Sorry, this is going to be really, really long. It's been a while since I unburdened myself online. You might want to skip all the feelings and just click the links before the cut, you'll enjoy them.
So I gave up reading fanfic for Lent but then got addicted to Steve Rogers' American Captain
, which is part Harvey Pekar pastiche, part Avengers fancomic, and all Steve Rogers feels all the time.
And through a link to an extra-large comic I was led to the artist's DeviantArt page, and her comic called Therapy with the Vampire
, which is about Anne Rice's Louis and Lestat and their compelling, twisted relationship. And that reminded me that I still had my uncle's Vampire Lestat graphic novel that I first read at fourteen. So I cracked it open for the first time in more than a decade...and like cracking an egg, a gooey mess came spilling out. And in the process of cleaning it all up I suddenly understood several blind spots in my real life past, not to mention my fandom tendencies.( The thing that's wrong with these vampires is the thing that's always been wrong with vampires. )Part Two