Films, Literature, Vampy times!, Writing

Anonymity

Dear Vinepire,

Do you remember watching the make out scenes in your favourite movies as a teenager, or reading steamy dialogue in a piece of erotica and secretly wondering : “How could they do this, knowing that their friends, siblings, spouses, their kids will get to see this?”. Sometimes, I feel the same way about blogging, and I know, there are no kissing scenes on this blog.

But back to the artists : how can they reveal so much about themselves, and I don´t mean nude scenes, but core beliefs, painful memories, dreams, while throwing their work into the public eye? As everyday people, we are bound to social conventions (to a point where we use preconceived opinions about the most mundane things) and to a sense of privacy. We instinctively keep things secret, just for the sake of secrecy. What would that stranger do with information that has only meaning to me, because it is mine? I would still never tell anyone except trusted friends about the day I stood up in front of my literature class and read, without noticing the slightest of sous entendres, a poem by Baudelaire featuring a woman dancing like a snake at the end of a stick… Just to end up listening to a long and elaborate praise from our teacher about the beautiful erotic imagery… I felt like the biggest creep in the universe, and did not look my professor in the eye for at least half of the school year… so yeah, embarrassing would be the word. And yet… I tell it to you, Vinepires… because I am anonymous. But most writers don´t use a pen name, just look at authors of erotica, like 50 Shades of Grey or the Sleeping Beauty series (although Anne Rice started publishing this one under another name, she soon revealed her real identity as author of the work). And there does not seem to be much embarrassment involved…

I admire them for doing it, but just don´t understand the mechanics of that process, and so I turn to you, dear reader, for an explanation for this phenomenon. Why is there no place for blushing, once something is brought into the spotlight?

Thank you so much for reading,

Your Vine Vampire

PS : And don´t hesitate to share some embarrassing stories of yours, I´m feeling left alone here!

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Films, Literature, Vampy times!

Unconditional Love

Dear Vinepire,

One of the reasons the vampire is such a versatile symbol is, in my mind, its connection to family life. And please don´t worry about my childhood here! I will explain.

So when we think of vampire romance, it gets easy to get the kinds of love involved all tangled up and get confused. See, if you had to move to Forks and get involved with the hottest guy in town, who also just so happens to have the urge to jump to your throat, it is likely you believe your love for that sparkling creature to be unconditional. Bella loves Edward despite who he is, but that is far from unconditional devotion. See, if he stopped behaving like a gentleman from another century and treated her even more badly than she already lets him, if he showed cruelty towards her family, she would (hopefully) not feel that way anymore.

Now look at her father. Despite having been a responsible parent, he got cut out of her life because she could not stand the weather in this part of the country. He forgave her the moment she needed a place to stay, and since, tolerated patiently her dependent and risky behaviour. He supported her during her break down, and went as far as tolerating the presence of the vampire who left his daughter in that state, just because it made her cheer again. He loves her despite the way she treats him (and she went as far as reenacting her parent´s break up), because of whom she is : his child. If she were the kid next door, he would not care, because he loves her conditionally.

Now look at the families around you. Parents love their children no matter what they were to do, but what about the partner? They do not love each other because they are in this union, but because of the kindness, generosity and respect they showed each other in the good and the bad times. They love conditionally in each case. So why does the first kind of love we ever experience seem so superior, more reassuring and giving than a steamy romance? Maybe, because we did never have to actively earn our family´s affection, it was enough to be born. In addition, we can be sure that we will be loved until the end of time, no matter what lifepath we choose. I loke to think of this as a gift, and of the love of our romantic partners and friends as a reward. We got the frist, because it gave people happiness to make us happy, and the second, because we have made others feel this way.

While I see both of those loves as necessary and am thankful for their presence, I can´t help but feel like there would be more joy in relationships if we were more open to give presents to, rather than award our loved ones…

Thank you so much for reading,

Your Vine Vampire

PS : What do you think about these kinds of love?

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