I always find Peter to be incredibly endearing, both in his show persona and as a real life human person. He was one of my first preteen crushes - a major one - and I don’t think the continuing importance of who we loved as children can be overstated. Consequently, his face is still a kind of safe harbor for me. No matter what’s going on in my life, I can look at him and feel OK. Usually he’s just Peter, cuddling puppies, getting kidnapped for the hundredth time,
playing the bass or the banjo, walking through the snow in shades and beads and an anorak. The former drunk who used to throw legendary parties, the talented Connecticut folkie who made (really, unexpectedly) good. Sometimes, though, I travel through time to the bright beaches and forests of my childhood, and he becomes a different person altogether. A citizen of my Neverland, if you will, the person he was to me when I was 12: my sunny blond boyfriend, the guy I love.