Vampires and the vreer

This page I dedicate to vampires and their unwilling role in Western culture.

About vampires, there are dozains of stories, dozains of theories. Here on the Internet there are people alive and undead who say to be vampires. Maybe. I'd welcome it. Though I must say it also depends on the "current" they're in. Ricean, or plain bloodsuckers without (vampiric) morals or even more real. At this site used to be a vampire dating list. There are also vampire newsgroups, such as alt.culture.vampires and alt.vampyres

"The essence of vampires, who normally do their definitive work on wedding nights, is the pollution of natural kinds. They, like me, are praeternatural, counternatural. The existence of vampires tropes the purity of lineage, boundary of community, order of sex, closure of race, and clarity of gender.
From the point of view of the sources of my WASP culture, vampires are ambiguous (and therefore dangerous)- like capital, genes, viruses, transsexuals, Jews, gypsies, prostitutes, or anybody else who can figure corporate mixing in a rapidly changing culture that remains obsessed with purity. No wonder queer theorists and novelists alike find the vampire to be familiar kin." [Long quote from Donna Haraway, Modest_Witness@Second_Millennium; why rephrase the best characterization to something less eloquent after all]

Vampires and me

Since this is my site, this is the opportunity to tell what I hold of vampires. And I want to make clear the link between vampires and vreers. Maybe werewolves would do also. I like stories about them also. Pam Keesey has collected some nice stories on "Women who run with the werewolves". I actually like all stories about transformation.
With vampires it is just for a small part the transformation stuff. It is more the outsider; I associate with the one who sees things many others don't. I might fall in love with Lestat, might I meet him, seductive creature he is told to be.

Vampiric lust

One day when I was dancing with a beautiful girl, I experienced the urge to nibble at her jugular. I resisted because of several practical arguments: my teeth aren't sharp, nor did I carry a pen knife, I would upset her and if I'd really try, I probably would be in for some serious trouble. Nevertheless from time to time the urge falls on me. A few years after my love and I had our vampire marriage... Maybe at gothic parties I might stand some chance.
In "Captain, Oh my Captain" Katherine V. Forrest tells of captain Harper, vampire of the future cruising the galaxies like the Flying Dutchman, seducing her female colleagues. Maybe that is a perspective?

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