It was because of Glee that I created my Fanschmurl Twitter account. I needed a way to follow Lea Michele and Naya Rivera and yes, Cory Monteith, without the judgement of my IRL friends.
I found there something I’d hoped for: candid photos of cast members – selfies on set or vacay shots or dinners out. I found tweets between cast members confirming real BFF statuses. I found real people behind the silly show I really love.
And then I found something more.
There is this huge, passionate (some may say rabid) community of fans surrounding Glee. Real friendships formed online as soon as I professed myself a Gleek.
This weekend, I heard about Cory’s death while I was at a wedding. I had to put it away from myself. I didn’t have any access to technology at the time; I couldn’t find out more, or begin mourning with those who would understand. Others shook their head and said, ” too bad.” I just waited.
The next day, I gathered myself together to read the news sources properly. I read my texts. Even my IRL friends had texted me to give me the news. And then Twitter. It was crammed with speculation and sobs and obligatory well-wishes from disconnected celebs and out and out mourning from those in the know.
I found my people. My Gleek friends who have been with me since the beginning. We cried with each other – we who have never met. We thought about Lea, about Cory’s family. We wondered about the show. We are so sad. We hurt for his hurt.
There’s a closeness Twitter affords us with celebrities; an in to their worlds. I know where Cory was that night. I know too much. So to Gleeks – rabid fans – it feels like we lost a character, an actor, a friend.