I woke up this afternoon, completely sure I had been bitten
I woke up this afternoon, completely sure I had been bitten. By what, you ask? 'Twilight' fever of course! What else could occupy the mind of one such as me occult-curious, slightly deviant and oh-so-into hunky men? Who am I kidding? This was just the millionth time I had fantasised about my 'someone special' being a vampire.
My obsession with vampires dates back to when I was 12 ['dates back' makes me already sound like a vamp(ire)!]. My 'horror movie lover' brother, hired a 'banned cassette' from our local VHS store when my parents were out on work.
One of those naughty taboo indulgences during that period, at least one that has stayed with me till date is 'An interview with a Vampire'. Based on Ann Rice's brilliantly written novel with the same name, the masterpiece was a visual orgasm, complete with an almost deific looking cast (all vampires though, how ironic!), an evil and yet beautiful homoerotic storyline, and a thin narrative that somehow managed to connect deviant vampirism, mainstream sexuality and taboo-ed raw passion in a way I'd never seen before. 'Twilight' is doing the same thing.
Vampires have always been portrayed as beautiful things. Myths and legends around the world claim the 'supposed species' have a weak spot for the ravishingly beautiful and won't think twice to make one such, one of their own. Vampires are often deviously handsome or pretty and are extremely well mannered. They also possess a sexual prowess that only the chastest and purest at heart could ever resist their charm.
So, do I believe in vampires, you ask? Well, I do, as much as I believe inu00a0 the Cro-Magnon man or River Saraswati u2014 things I've never really seen, but believe to exist. Why do I believe in them, you ask? Well, these blood sucking pretty things have always occupied the imagination of cultures as far spread as Puerto Rico and China and that can't be a simple coincidence. Also, I don't know of even one 'sexually mature' friend, of either gender, who hasn't fantasised of biting or being bitten quite vampirously at least once. Almost all of us do it. I even have a theory that the 'hickey' that's so popular (love bite for the more romantic) is nothing but a more subtle version of these ravenous lustful cravings.
So what is it that drives women (and several men) up the wall squealing in anticipation to be the next victim (even in role play) of some gorgeous vampire? (Read Robert Pattison.) And why do we all get so riled up about how gorgeous and seductively evil and attractive the whole concept of blood sucking can be? I think it's just the need for raw passion. Raw-unbridled-seductively-evil-passion that we all crave for from our individual partners. Something that we assume will give us immense pleasure and yes, also the fact that most vampires are extremely HOT and extremely do-able.
Watching re-runs of the trailers however, I have just realised that while vampires do turn me on in a 'special way', post 'New Moon' (the book and trailers) and Taylor Lautner (HOT!), werewolves now occupy a 'special' place in my list of fantasies too! All I'm going to say for now is, Taylor Swift, move aside girl, you've finally got stiff competition! LOL :P
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