I remember when I fell out of love. At 17 I first watched A Nightmare Before Xmas, people knew of my obsession.. and they asked, "did you see the vampires?". I wasn't thrilled with them, I found the other creations more distracting, It was then I put away the fangs, closed the damned eyes and let the day take me away.

Gone are the nights dreaming of that touch, that thrill.. a tear and a rip.. Immortality was never the main course, I liked the ceremony.

"put out the light, then put out the light". -othello

Every generation has its vampire lore, from my sisters Lost Boys, to the queen Ms. Rice .. to this new breed of young pretty boys.. whom Akasha would destroy with just her pinkie exposed to the sunlight. Much like going back and reading Bram Stoker's Dracula, I hope the ones that came before aren't forgotten. That the lore grows, with each new branch of the tree.

Everything about your life is laced in blood.. it can spill the past and foretell the future. Powerful, dangerous.. beautiful and intimidating.

I fell out of love... and into a lab.


Some odd Halloween thoughts.

Real life cannibals evolve in stories, madness and magic... and we have vampires. Becoming uncontrollable and frenzied.. and poof. There stands a zombie. All consuming a human, all frightening.. an evolution from fact to myth to horror.

Very recently I held the belief that a blog post should have a beginning, middle and end. I've had to rethink it. I have many beginnings, and oddly a few middles and a couple of ends. 1 1/2 years of experiences in wonderland and nothing posted. I've not lived up to the advice I so easily bestow upon the heterosexual life partner, "write.. keep writing.. just write".
I think I feared at some point the eyes that may find their way back, or the "attention" I may seek from writing thoughts, actions and ideas. None of that is my concern, now or ever. I want so desperately to write what I've seen and what I've thought. Half thoughts and confusing rants.. whatever it is, just write.

Here it goes...