Well GET CRACKALACKIN’ AND #READ THE BOOK! A lot of answers will be funnier on this blog when you know more canon.
Fair warning, Lestat did not enjoy the book. He really didn’t. But there was quite a bit in the book that didn’t make it into the movie, and several things had to be changed, so it really behooves you to #read the book.
#VC Free Advertising: BTW this is a new tag, in which I will tag posts like this, which I can use to defend myself from copyright infringement claims, bc this blog is actually free advertising for the VC, rather than being detrimental to sales of the books, I’m actually making free advertising for them ;D
So please tell me if you are buying or reading the books because of my blog, it would be a big help to know *u*
♛You might not ever find love. Or it may be right around the corner. Who can tell?
Let go of any feelings of inadequacy for this, if you feel it. Too many people think of life as a series of required chapters or items on a checklist that must be accomplished, and therefore, the failure to achieve them implies a failure in you.
Absolutely not so. “Failure.” “Success.” Let go of these idiotic societal concepts. It’s far worse to settle for having someone in your life who goes through the motions of loving you, but doesn’t. Someone you don’t love. Someone you project your fantasies onto. Someone you want so badly to love you the way you need to be loved. So many people fall into this trap; locked to someone they end up despising sooner or later.
All the loves of my life were found when I pushed past my comfort zone.* One thing is certain, love won’t find you if you close yourself off from the possibility and opportunity. I found Louis in pursuit of keeping my diet strictly evildoer, and there he was, too dignified to do it himself, throwing himself to the wolves in the hopes that they would slay him. Something led me there, among all the other dens of sin I might have gone to that night. Did fate lead me to him? I like to think so.
*Not that I have much of a comfort zone to begin with *shrugs*
But here’s the biggest mistake about finding love: Don’t look for your “other half.” Don’t look for someone to “complete” you. I know that there are codependent people out there in this world who find each other and they do consider what they have to be love (I even tried such myself), and I can’t really fault them if it works for them, but in my experience, that’s a kind of infatuation. To expect someone to complete you is almost to build in disappointment because only you can truly complete you.
The best relationships I’ve had were/are unions of equals. Where each person is whole. Where they have complimentary talents, skills, temperaments. Where they support each other vigorously. Where they push each other, gently, to be better. You have something in you to give. You may not have discovered it yet. Perhaps someone will help draw it out of you.
Even then, lovers may not last forever. Don’t expect someone to stay with you just because you both fell in love with each other once. People change. I have had intense relationships that felt like they would last forever and in fact ended horrendously. I took the pleasure with the pain. I wish I had reconciled with some of my exes better than I did, but I’ve learned from every breakup, I don’t dwell on the past in frustration, instead, I try to take the mistakes constructively. (Okay admittedly I do still beat myself up over certain failures, still. I’m the best at beating myself up. Why let an amateur do it when I can enjoy punishment from a professional? *weary sigh*)
You are whole as you are. Look at your triumphs in this life, look how far you’ve come. Look where you want to go, what you want to do. Give yourself some love.
♛This is a true confession, in the sense of a longing to reveal it to the one you care about. Strange, isn’t it, that there are different kinds of love, and that we can feel it for our friends as intensely as for our lovers?
Best friends are family members who we choose, and want to keep in our lives. It seems that fate brings them to us just when we need them. You look over at them from across the couch and think, “How did I get to be so lucky to end up with this incredible creature by my side?!” The same can be said for lovers.
If you really do have these feelings for your best friend, the feelings may be mutual. They may not. Is it worth risking losing the friendship over? That’s a question you have to ask yourself. No one can advise you.
Some of the strongest loving relationships have foundations in trusting, close friendships. Certainly Nicki and I had that. I’ll forever mourn the loss of “our conversation,” which later involved communicating in an entirely new way. There are certain… things… we did together that I’ve done with no one else since, and never will. One might say he was the first person who ever really listened to me, and wanted to share with me in return. Through getting to know each other, we were drawn closer and closer… he was the first person to be curious about and love what was inside of me, on a long-term basis. I thought I knew what was inside of him, and I loved what I found there. Intimacy followed naturally.
In contrast, Louis and I had precious little time in the beginning. He would have died if I had waited even one more night. I thought we might be immediately bonded with the Dark Gift. The shock of it and his nature was, unexpectedly, a huge obstacle for him, and those first few years, what really held us together was our lingering – and mostly restrained – desire for the each other. We struggled through and became friends slowly. Then best friends. Then lovers.
We defy titles. Definitely not two halves of one whole, although I do like to refer to him publicly as “my better half” occasionally, just to tease him *smirks*
Maybe that’s the point I’m trying to make. Do you and your friend seek to draw closer to the inner core of each other? You may need to wait for a sign that they want that, too.
♛ And you will forever by my loyal dark gray subject? Hmmmm? Yes, good arrangement. Don’t forget that I fell into this title, alright, it was assigned to me, I exhausted myself trying to shirk it, but it’s really easier to just accept the damned title than try to resist it. It doesn’t hurt that I look good with a crown.
♛ I’m not shocked by this confession, and normally, your confessor (your religious figure, mentor, spiritual father, etc.) forgives someone’s confession with some kind of absolution. No one’s forgiveness is needed here, you’ve done absolutely nothing wrong. A confession is something given from a place of guilt or shame and you should feel neither. Please don’t feel guilt or shame, forgive yourself *hugs tightly*
On a personal note, some have speculated that my mother is transgender, too. If she were to confess such, I wouldn’t be surprised. Admittedly I was shocked the first time she wanted to dress as a man, but that was a night of shocking exploration and I was somewhat emotionally drained already.
If she wanted to be called “Gabriel” and have he/his pronouns I would be more than happy to use them. Whether he physically altered himself, I would accept him, in any form, with open arms. He would probably resemble me even more than Gabrielle does now, and imitation is the highest form of flattery, is it not?
I’ve seen the transgender people step into the light in recent times, but they have always existed. You are not alone. I hope you are, or will be, comfortable in your transition and that your loved ones support you, as I would.
♛Love is scary, it can be terrifying. You can lose yourself in it, give your heart to someone who doesn’t deserve you. I’ll take the risks, I doubt I could live without love. My hunger for it supersedes everything else. Never forget to love yourself.We all deserve that much. Especially when certain objects of your affection do not return your love regardless of their inability or refusal to see how lovable you are.
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