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cptn_dr posted:Mine's Henrietta. I just can't help but love her Sai Baba-based insanity. Seconding that. I still secretly hope she will magically re-appear in Rhino's life to entertain us all.
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lucythenomad posted:Seconding that. I still secretly hope she will magically re-appear in Rhino's life to entertain us all. She's like Beetlejuice: say her name three times and whoops now you're hosed.
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Henriette is great, but my favorite is probably "Jake Long, American Dragon" from the same story, just for the raw unbridled amazement of his renaming his porn folder NOT PORN, DO NOT DELETE on the laptop he shared with someone else. There's crazy, and then there's just old-fashioned dumb.
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Antivehicular posted:Henriette is great, but my favorite is probably "Jake Long, American Dragon" from the same story, just for the raw unbridled amazement of his renaming his porn folder NOT PORN, DO NOT DELETE on the laptop he shared with someone else. There's crazy, and then there's just old-fashioned dumb. I agree. He's such a perfect character, just a simple man who wants his simple furry porn in the middle of a psycho poo poo storm. His tale has such a  ending.
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Antivehicular posted:Henriette is great, but my favorite is probably "Jake Long, American Dragon" from the same story, just for the raw unbridled amazement of his renaming his porn folder NOT PORN, DO NOT DELETE on the laptop he shared with someone else. There's crazy, and then there's just old-fashioned dumb. That's what my porn folder is named. It's also right in the middle of my desktop. Nobody else uses my computer regularly, so it's just so that guests know that my porn is right in front of them.
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Defiance Industries posted:That's what my porn folder is named. It's also right in the middle of my desktop. Nobody else uses my computer regularly, so it's just so that guests know that my porn is right in front of them. I stand by the old classic of leaving a Hustler on my coffee table. 
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Tardcore posted:I stand by the old classic of leaving a Hustler on my coffee table. Root level of my home directory, folder marked "Pornography" with a radiation hazard warning logo for an icon.
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Defiance Industries posted:That's what my porn folder is named. It's also right in the middle of my desktop. Nobody else uses my computer regularly, so it's just so that guests know that my porn is right in front of them.
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Suenteus Po posted:Even in the scrubbed-clean Funimation version most of them saw? The show didn't have any blood or dying (people go to "the other dimension" and then return regularly). Also, it was one of the first anime series to hit it big in America iirc, so that's probably a big part of it.
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I've been following this thread since the beginning, and since I'm home for the holidays, I finally have the opportunity to share something with you, thread. This is what I'd like to think is the other question posed by Denise and people like her: not what makes people selfish jerks, but what makes people believe fictional characters are real. I don't think I was a selfish jerk when I was a teenager, but I did very much believe that the vampire Lestat was totally real and also in love with me. I wanted to dig up these old "letters" I wrote to "Lestat," kind of like a diary, and to my surprise and dismay found that I actually had kept this diary going for more than a year, between 2006-07. I thought I had only written a few entries, so there must be a lot here that I've chosen to repress?? I'm a bit worried, you guys. Worried I might learn something about my past self that I don't want to. (Haha okay not really) So let's get right into it:  Devious Vacuum, age 16 posted:I'm in love with him. I'm in love with Lestat. This is, or quite possibly has the potential to be, one of the stranger things that has happened to me. First there was the noise, then the, for lack of a better term, "touches" in the middle of a dream that disrupted them, then, right after finishing my latest sketchbook, a "kiss"! And not to mention the other sound when the paper fell off the wall. Now, anyone would say I'm imagining, but I have the most peculiar feeling that I'm not. I've never had so much conviction about any of my fantasies! Something in me refuses to stop believing in him, despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary. Of course, if he was coming, he would have no reason to make himself known right away, for fear perhaps of my mental stability. But he's taxing my mental stability by not showing himself! Perhaps my letter wasn't as demonstrative of my believe as it should've been. I really do love him, though; I love everything about him. I wish I knew what he wanted! I love him, oh I love him. I'd give anything just to sit and talk with him. Oh Lestat. Be mine. As Andrew Hussie once wrote, if you believe in something with all your heart, it makes it slightly less fake. I am so ashamed.
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Wandering Knitter posted:Someone "calling me out" on being a bully and a liar for being creeped out by the anime doll guy has a tumblr filled with pictures of dead and mutilated bodies. It might be someone in my doll group. I was about to demand a link automatically, but holy poo poo gently caress no why would I ever want to do that Doll people, dude.  What the gently caress is wrong with doll people.
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Corridor posted:I was about to demand a link automatically, but holy poo poo gently caress no why would I ever want to do that Done. I'm done. I'm not going back. All I wanted was to talk to people about wigs and how to sew little costumes and yeah some of them were strange but they were all nice but holy poo poo they had pictures from scenes of violent suicides and I'm done. You win. I'm not going back.
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Wandering Knitter posted:Done. I'm done. I'm not going back. All I wanted was to talk to people about wigs and how to sew little costumes and yeah some of them were strange but they were all nice but holy poo poo they had pictures from scenes of violent suicides and I'm done. You win. I'm not going back. I never wanted to be right. Not like this. Never like this.
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Wandering Knitter posted:Done. I'm done. I'm not going back. All I wanted was to talk to people about wigs and how to sew little costumes and yeah some of them were strange but they were all nice but holy poo poo they had pictures from scenes of violent suicides and I'm done. You win. I'm not going back. Need a new hobby? Try boat building, for once Dad's links will be of use!
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Holy poo poo. Was there a point when you woke up and realised how crazy this was, or did you just slowly forget about it over time? Did you ever tell anyone else about Lestat? Did you believe the other Anne Rice characters were real, or just him?  Post everything!
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naptalan posted:Holy poo poo. Was there a point when you woke up and realised how crazy this was, or did you just slowly forget about it over time? Did you ever tell anyone else about Lestat? Did you believe the other Anne Rice characters were real, or just him? I don't think I ever completely bought into it on a subconscious level, because I never told anyone else that I actually thought Lestat was real. I have a hard time remembering my state of mind during all of this, to be honest. I guess we will find out together!! And oh yeah, I thought all of them were real, which kind of goes along with the way the books are written. (For the Twilight generation, Anne Rice's vampire novels are written from the first person perspective of one of her vampire characters, often Lestat, and the character is aware they are writing a book, as if they are writing an autobiography.) But I loved Lestat, so of course he was the one who must be "visiting" me. -- EDIT: just finished my first sweep of skimming the entire anthology, gently caress WAS I WRONG, paragraph removed -- It didn't feel like any sort of world-shattering revelation or disappointment that I didn't believe vampires were real anymore. I guess it was a similar feeling to growing out of having an imaginary friend? I never had an imaginary friend, but when I was little, I did suck my thumb, and I would freak out when my mom tried to get me to stop, but then one day I just sort of stopped on my own. I guess it felt like that? Does that make sense? I also went back and read Interview with the Vampire, The Vampire Lestat, and The Queen of the Damned while I was in college, which I think really helped with the whole "healing process," because I was creeped the gently caress out. I still look back on the series with nostalgic affection, but seriously, Anne Rice. All your characters are rapists and pedophiles. Oh, and I also drew a shitton of fancomics and fanart, but luckily we had dial-up internet until 2007, so none of it ever got online unironically. I'll take some representative photos of that too. Devious Vacuum fucked around with this message at 18:27 on Jan 2, 2013 |
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Devious Vacuum posted:Weird teenage beliefs This is making me really want to start a thread for "PYF stupid poo poo from your teenage diary." Because I had some dumb madeup poo poo I wrote about, except it was *real people* I went to school with. I didn't think any boys I liked were secret anime vampires on the astral plane, I just was convinced that if I won my next game of solitaire it meant that one of them had a crush on me back.
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The next entry, when Lestat (gasp) didn't actually show up:Devious Vacuum, age 16 posted:I just want you to know that I'm upset with you for not showing yourself. Why can't you? I could write forever on why I think you aren't able to or why I think you should come anyway, but that would be a waste of ink and paper because there's no way for me to know the whole story. Apparently my teenage self did not think to use paragraphs to separate thoughts, so I have added them in to make reading slightly more bearable. I have had the opportunity to read through a lot more of what I wrote, and it's actually making me kind of sad. It's painfully obvious how much I used "Lestat" as a coping mechanism for my anxieties. It's also painfully clear that I was spergtastically insufferable as a teenager, ugh. Every page of those notebooks is filled with literally the same poo poo every day - where is Lestat, when is going to come take me away, and then some weird rationalization for why he didn't come. I think I documented my entire pre-birth-control menstrual cycle. Just wait, though, there are some pretty awful/hilarious things coming next. It builds up. This is my theory: sexual repression + generalized anxiety disorder = imaginary boyfriend
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Devious Vacuum posted:I've been following this thread since the beginning, and since I'm home for the holidays, I finally have the opportunity to share something with you, thread. This is what I'd like to think is the other question posed by Denise and people like her: not what makes people selfish jerks, but what makes people believe fictional characters are real. I don't think I was a selfish jerk when I was a teenager, but I did very much believe that the vampire Lestat was totally real and also in love with me. That's exactly what Anne Rice used to think, so really you're just a very good fan! Wandering Knitter posted:Done. I'm done. I'm not going back. All I wanted was to talk to people about wigs and how to sew little costumes and yeah some of them were strange but they were all nice but holy poo poo they had pictures from scenes of violent suicides and I'm done. You win. I'm not going back. I'm sorry to hear that, Wandering Knitter. That really sucks and is unfair.
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Devious Vacuum posted:sexual repression + generalized anxiety disorder = imaginary boyfriend
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Colon V posted:Can this be the name for the next thread? It's only perfect, after all!
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sweeperbravo posted:This is making me really want to start a thread for "PYF stupid poo poo from your teenage diary." Tangentially related, in middle school I'd play Team Deathmatch with NPCs in Unreal Tournament, and I named all the NPCs after my classmates and friends. I always had my current crush programmed to "Cover me!" and swooned whenever he avenged my death. 
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LITERALLY A BIRD posted:Tangentially related, in middle school I'd play Team Deathmatch with NPCs in Unreal Tournament, and I named all the NPCs after my classmates and friends. I always had my current crush programmed to "Cover me!" and swooned whenever he avenged my death. That's the grown-up version of naming your Oregon Trail wagon after classroom enemies and hoping that your nemesis will die of dysentery.
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bringmyfishback posted:That's the grown-up version of naming your Oregon Trail wagon after classroom enemies and hoping that your nemesis will die of dysentery. And making your tombstone say "Mrs Fields is a bitch" while passing the blame to another kid.
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kirbysuperstar posted:And making your tombstone say "Mrs Fields is a bitch" while passing the blame to another kid. Oh, gently caress, dude. I lost computer privileges for a month with that.  I am not kidding. I REALLY hated the school librarian.
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bringmyfishback posted:Oh, gently caress, dude. I lost computer privileges for a month with that.
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LITERALLY A BIRD posted:Tangentially related, in middle school I'd play Team Deathmatch with NPCs in Unreal Tournament, and I named all the NPCs after my classmates and friends. I always had my current crush programmed to "Cover me!" and swooned whenever he avenged my death. My dad has the AIs in Windows Hearts named after the guys he used to play Hearts with back in college. Um, should I be concerned?
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Devious Vacuum posted:The next entry, when Lestat (gasp) didn't actually show up Ahaha, this is great. My favorite part is how it's written in the sharpest parody of Anne Rice's style that I've ever seen, almost definitely unintentionally.
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I love this thread and have been considering typing up my short encounter with a crazy girl. Although not anime related, she was nuts so I guess it fits. I met Jan at university - I was 18 and most of the people at my uni were a few years older than me so I was a little more shy than I'd been at school. I'd always had no problem making friends but of course the idea of going somewhere entirely new and making friends all over again was a little disconcerting. I'm just saying this to explain why I was more accepting of Jan when I met her. First of all, she seemed very outgoing and friendly - despite being very demanding about the flat that we lived in. In the first few days, she made the rules very clear - no-one was allowed to date anyone in our flat, anyone could smoke in the flat (the majority of us non smokers there were being too polite to argue really), no touching anyone else's food etc. She was very forceful about things so no-one else wanted to argue or complain. Then over the next few months, I got to know her as a terrible liar. She claimed to have done everything that anyone bought up. One thing I remember was that she'd been a podium dancer in a club (I'd also seen her dance and doubted this a lot), she'd nearly killed someone by stabbing them, she'd taken every type of drug going and been arrested several times. Not that any of these things were that unbelievable but when the stories kept coming, we all just took them with a pinch of salt. My favourite story was a little less crazy but made me laugh anyway. She had a mass of dull brown hair which was really frizzy. She told us all that she had been blonde but she'd had the colour stripped out because she got sick of blonde jokes. Now, at this time, I dyed my hair blonde and can be a little ditzy. This meant that the guys in the flat would make blonde jokes at me, all in good spirit. Every time they did when she was there though, she would get very offended as 'she was the real blonde'. Despite being quite obviously, not blonde. Anyway, this was all entertaining and bearable - until one day I came into the lounge area and her parents were there. I had my boyfriend over so I said hello and how are you then returned to my bedroom. After this, Jan refused point blank to speak to me. I was very confused and asked around - I discovered that she'd taken offence at how rude I was to her parents. I thought this was odd and just thought, well, I don't really need her as a friend anyway. The final point came when I was in my room again with my boyfriend. Now, at the time I had long blonde hair and this, along with all the other girls in the flat would end up in a clogged up shower occasionally. However, Jan had been in the shower and realised that the shower was clogged again. She became convinced that it was my hair alone causing this and came out of the shower and started ranting outside my room. All I could hear was her yelling; "I'm going to stab that bitch when she gets out!" etc etc. As the only exit to the flat involved leaving my room to the corridor, my boyfriend and I made the sensible choice to leave via the window. Came back when she wasn't in later and spent a few days avoiding her. Luckily, by then she'd forgotten it all. By the end of three years at the same uni as her, everyone else I knew had also had similar crazy stories about her - at the time, it was terrifying but years later, I was able to tell her to go away or sod off whenever she came near. I bet she's still out there terrifying people though.
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Devious Vacuum posted:I did very much believe that the vampire Lestat was totally real and also in love with me. I get it. When I was little, Lestat was the person I aspired to be when I grew up. Not LIKE Lestat, a horrible human being with a ton of charisma, but full blown Tom Cruise Lestat. I wanted to have long blond hair and say cool words and rock out to Guns n' Roses, perhaps while dancing with corpses. I also, however, thought I was Aeolus, Lord of the Wind, and that the skies were mine to control with but a word. So I used to run outside and shout at the sky while wearing an old frock coat costume thingy that my grandpa had for some reason. The fact that Lestat and Aeolus were two separate entities, however, never occurred to me. I wish I had more insane stories to tell, but even when I was at my most delusional, I was too lazy to do anything more incredibly stupid. TL/DR: Interview with a Vampire is not an appropriate bedtime story for small children, Dad.
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Balqis posted:TL/DR: Interview with a Vampire is not an appropriate bedtime story for small children, Dad.
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Corridor posted:I can guarantee that Anne Rice has identical letters saved in a drawer somewhere. Is it even a derail to talk about Anne Rice in this thread? The main reason I dislike Twilight is because Stephenie Meyer can not even come close to an approximation of the insanity that is Anne Rice. Her last book written from Lestat's perspective, Blood Canticle, was like reading the unedited manuscript of a novel. If the other books were Anne Rice writing as Lestat, then Blood Canticle is Lestat writing as Anne Rice. There is an entire chapter where Lestat talks about "kids these days" and makes jokes about publishing his next novel on T-shirts. There's also a scene where one of the lady characters is walking around in high heels, and in parenthesis is (which men can't do?????????) with literally that many question marks. This was published in 2003. I bought her autobiography, Called Out of Darkness, and it didn't answer any of my questions, but I did learn that her birth name was Howard, despite being born female as far as I know. Also, I should point out that after quitting vampires, she started writing about Jesus. I'm kind of afraid to read the Jesus novels. I remember reading somewhere that she was supposed to be writing one more Lestat book, which I will totally be reading because holy poo poo. Vacuum Investigates Lestat's Existence with SCIENCE My childhood bedroom is on the second floor of my parents' house, and if there was a fire or something, I could get out my window and onto the roof, and theoretically climb down the giant live oak tree next to the house. Point is, I had a way of seeing into the roof, and there was a tree nearby, so the roof and my window was always covered in tree stuff. I was CONVINCED that every little leaf particle that ended up on my windowsill was a product of Lestat opening the window, because our windows were double pane, and how else could anything possibly be getting in? This was compounded by the fact that the threshold of the door to my room was right over the squeakiest goddamn board, and it is basically impossible to go in and out without stepping on it, as I thoroughly investigated. I also opened and closed my bedroom window a bunch of times to try to recreate leaves and stuff coming in, but I never came up with any conclusive evidence. I am now a PhD student. The result of all this hard science was me occasionally "sensing" that Lestat was outside, opening my window, and leaning out to try to see him or whisper to him. This was always the day after seeing "evidence" by way of leaf bits on the windowsill, so I would always conclude that I was just one night too late. I also would have dreams about Lestat, which of course would give credence to his existence, and I would have occasional physical sensations while dreaming, seeing as most people dream while under a blanket, and of course that was Lestat too. None of this was sexual other than kissing, because of the aforementioned sexual repression. Never mind that that would have been the creepiest loving thing. Some part of me knew how hosed up you'd have to be to break into girls' bedrooms and touch them while they sleep, but I guess I didn't really care as much as I cared about meeting Lestat. The whole "not minding pedophilia" thing seems common to a lot of these crazy girl stories...
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Devious Vacuum posted:The whole "not minding pedophilia" thing seems common to a lot of these crazy girl stories... It's because "Well I'm so mature and beautiful and smart that I seem much older than thirteen, so of course there's nothing wrong with an adult man/vampire desperately wanting to be with me!" Also Anne Rice wrote porn novels. Like, literal porn. About Sleeping Beauty. I have the whole trilogy for some horrible reason, probably because they are *hilarious*.
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Balqis posted:I get it. When I was little, Lestat was the person I aspired to be when I grew up. Not LIKE Lestat, a horrible human being with a ton of charisma, but full blown Tom Cruise Lestat. I wanted to have long blond hair and say cool words and rock out to Guns n' Roses, perhaps while dancing with corpses. Oh my gosh, you have made me so happy that I posted in this thread. I know that feeling exactly. My first version of Lestat wasn't Tom Cruise, though, it was Stuart Townsend in the wonderful 90's abomination that was The Queen of the Damned. Then my mom gave me Interview to read on the way to New Orleans for a family vacation. This was possibly one of her worst ideas. I actually own the Interview with the Vampire movie now, and I use it as a screening mechanism for best friends, because if I ask you "hey do you want to see Tom Cruise, Brad Pitt and ANTIONIO loving BANDERAS be gay as hell for two hours" and you answer "no" then we can't be friends anymore.
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Colon V posted:For multiple reasons. I should probably emphasize the fact that my dad didn't read the book to me directly. Instead, he told me it as he remembered it, leaving out the obviously sexual parts. In retrospect, it's actually rather interesting because how many people genuinely enjoy vampire fiction without conflating it with the heavily sexual imagery? And even when I did finally "get" it, I didn't think it as interesting as others did. I mean, why talk about the symbolism of exchanging fluids in a messy fashion when you can talk about insanity? Insanity is much more sexy to write about. Devious Vacuum posted:Oh my gosh, you have made me so happy that I posted in this thread. I know that feeling exactly. See, after that fateful night when my dad told me the story to get me to shut up about how tired I was of walking, the 1994 version came on television. Yes, it was edited, but I was 8, so it was still the best thing since Saturday Morning Batman. I didn't get the subtext then, although I certainly don't mind it now. I didn't read the book until several years later, and I remember being actually disappointed. He was still awesome, but he whined a bit more than I remembered in the film or the version my dad told me. I tried to watch Queen of the Damned, and I looked into the other books, but everything there just made his character more unappealing to me. I prefer not to know a lot about him, because he always just seemed to speak for himself. He was Louis' foil, spoiling the perpetual mopefest by spluttering theatrically about poodles. And prostitutes. And, judging by the modern state of vampire fiction, we STILL need a Lestat. Argh. TL/DR, part 2: I was a small child obsessed with vampires, who matured into a teenager who had a vampire alter ego called Katesh and created a totally awesome vampire universe, and who now looks back upon those ages with fondness, nostalgia, and a new appreciation for Alucard's tongue.
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Corridor posted:It's because "Well I'm so mature and beautiful and smart that I seem much older than thirteen, so of course there's nothing wrong with an adult man/vampire desperately wanting to be with me!" At least they're better than 50 Shades of Grey. Well, kind of. At least they don't blame being kinky on having serious mental problems. I have to admit that my favourite Anne Rice (or Anne Rampling, technically) is Belinda, which I think makes me a super-perve. As for poor Howard O'Brien herself, let's see... (this is what I remember from my Anne Rice phase back in high school) 1. The main character in one of her books (something about a violin player) is obviously meant to be her. Same physical appearance, daughter dead of leukemia, etc. 2. After her husband's death, she denounced her previous books as being inspired by SATAN OMG and declared them, and her fans, to be evil and devil-ish. She then wrote some book about Jesus, which I'm sure had plenty of vague homoerotic touching. Then she changed her mind. 3. I watched the VHS version of Interview with the Vampire when I was a young teen. She had a twenty-minute spiel at the beginning about how Lestat is both her avatar and her "dark lover." 4. She went after Fanfiction.net and had them remove all fics based on her work. Anne Rice is loving crazy. Also, she apparently had some feud with Poppy Z. Brite.
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bringmyfishback posted:Anne Rice is loving crazy. Also, she apparently had some feud with Poppy Z. Brite. It's as if a significant portion of an entire generation looked at Rice's/her characters' behavior and deemed it acceptable because she was a respected, published author instead of taking her for a mad person or a genuine performance artist. Can we replace 'Rice' with 'Hussie' referring to people 20 years my junior (there are people 20 years my junior oh God  )?
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MORE PICTURES This is the box full of old diaries after I removed it from its resting place in a shrine I had constructed in my room. It was basically just that end table covered with vaguely religious items, like that famous picture of the guardian angel leading the two kids over the bridge. My high school homecoming mum, which is gold and black, my high school's colors, hung above the whole thing kinda like the star over the Nativity or something. I am posting these in chronological order, but from now on, there may be more or less space between the entries. I'm not going to post every single entry, obviously, because we would all go insane. This one is kind of Devious Vacuum, age 16 posted:Do you know why I love you? Do you know why I love vampires? Because I'm like you. I've never been like someone before. I've always been in the group but never a part of it. I've always been an observer, a cataloguer... a Chronicler. [screams internally] Whoa, this one has references to other whiny gay men with superpowers besides Lestat. If you've seen the movies and not read the books, then you know who Louis is, but the actual character of Marius, not the version in the Queen of the Damned movie, is the World's Oldest Nice Guy. He basically keeps himself in the friendzone with the queen of the vampires for 2000 years and then gets mad jealous when Lestat just waltzes in and asks her out. I cannot believe how well Marius fits the nice guy stereotype. This is hilarious! I hadn't thought of it that way until now.
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