"True Blood" makes my lady parts feel all warm and squishy. It awakens feelings within me that have lay dormant for years and years. And that makes me feel really silly.
It's pretty common knowledge that I am obsessed with vampires and have been ever since I was in eighth grade. I can say that is when I started being all spooky like. I started reading Anne Rice and wearing all black. The teachers began to worry, they thought what I was reading was too 'advanced' for my age.
I feel like by now that I should have grown out of my obsession. I had a miserable time my first two years of high school. People made fun of me more than they made fun of most. I was always 'different' and I never even tried to be. So to compensate for these feelings of alienation and disconnect I fantasized about a beautiful vampire taking me away to live in New York City, or London, or LA or New Orleans. I always thought about it at night before I went to bed, so I could dream of it happening. God. Thinking back on it now I realize that was about ten years ago. Time passes in such a way that we feel is slow at first, and then we turn around and everything we knew is suddenly gone.
I used to write pages and pages of stories about vampires. Hundreds and hundreds of pages. I had very few friends so when I got home every day from school I would spend hours writing. I guess I could have been on the internet, but my step father didn't allow me to use the internet by myself until I was 17. He didn't want old men talking dirty to me.
So I feel I should have grown out of all this. I am an adult now. I have a family. Alas though, it is still present. Parts of us never really grow up I guess.
I am really picky about the kind of vampire stories and movies that I like though. I like vampires with depth of character. In other words, I am not fond of the typical blood sucking horn ball "bad guy" that is the target of the "good guy" in the movie or book. I hate the "Blade" movies for example and I am lukewarm about "Dracula". I know that the rule that vampires can not come out in the daylight is a 20th century idea propagated by the director of the silent movie "Nosferatu", but I am sucker for that rule and any time a vampire is seen out in the daylight just ruins everything for me. I love that in "True Blood" the vampires really only do come out at night. I also like to have my vampires sleep in coffins. I am also fond of the premise that the vampires are "out". I can't help but think that part of the show is a metaphor for the GLBT struggle in America to be considered equal and have the same rights as the heterosexual community regarding marriage, etc. Honestly though, that allusion is brighter than the headlights on a Mercedes in the middle of the night.
I like it when the monsters are not monsters entirely, but people and metaphors for the human condition. It turns me on. It is a rare thing for me to be made to feel so utterly salacious too. I shall cherish this I think.
It's pretty common knowledge that I am obsessed with vampires and have been ever since I was in eighth grade. I can say that is when I started being all spooky like. I started reading Anne Rice and wearing all black. The teachers began to worry, they thought what I was reading was too 'advanced' for my age.
I feel like by now that I should have grown out of my obsession. I had a miserable time my first two years of high school. People made fun of me more than they made fun of most. I was always 'different' and I never even tried to be. So to compensate for these feelings of alienation and disconnect I fantasized about a beautiful vampire taking me away to live in New York City, or London, or LA or New Orleans. I always thought about it at night before I went to bed, so I could dream of it happening. God. Thinking back on it now I realize that was about ten years ago. Time passes in such a way that we feel is slow at first, and then we turn around and everything we knew is suddenly gone.
I used to write pages and pages of stories about vampires. Hundreds and hundreds of pages. I had very few friends so when I got home every day from school I would spend hours writing. I guess I could have been on the internet, but my step father didn't allow me to use the internet by myself until I was 17. He didn't want old men talking dirty to me.
So I feel I should have grown out of all this. I am an adult now. I have a family. Alas though, it is still present. Parts of us never really grow up I guess.
I am really picky about the kind of vampire stories and movies that I like though. I like vampires with depth of character. In other words, I am not fond of the typical blood sucking horn ball "bad guy" that is the target of the "good guy" in the movie or book. I hate the "Blade" movies for example and I am lukewarm about "Dracula". I know that the rule that vampires can not come out in the daylight is a 20th century idea propagated by the director of the silent movie "Nosferatu", but I am sucker for that rule and any time a vampire is seen out in the daylight just ruins everything for me. I love that in "True Blood" the vampires really only do come out at night. I also like to have my vampires sleep in coffins. I am also fond of the premise that the vampires are "out". I can't help but think that part of the show is a metaphor for the GLBT struggle in America to be considered equal and have the same rights as the heterosexual community regarding marriage, etc. Honestly though, that allusion is brighter than the headlights on a Mercedes in the middle of the night.
I like it when the monsters are not monsters entirely, but people and metaphors for the human condition. It turns me on. It is a rare thing for me to be made to feel so utterly salacious too. I shall cherish this I think.
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punknitemike:
i dont think ive ever really been too fond of vampires, i dont know why either.
morgan:
Glad you liked the link
I figured you might, the guy writes some really interesting/intense stuff, doesn't he? Totally not what I'm used to seeing on Television Without Pity.