Vampyros Lesbos: Lesbian Vampires, Sexadelic Style
A great start to 2010! My most recent essay, “Vampyros Lesbos: Lesbian Vampires, Sexadelic Style,” is now available in issue #4 of Scarlet: The Film Magazine.
Released in 1971, Jess Franco’s psychedelic lesbian vampire film is a one-of-a-kind journey into the inner life of a world weary lesbian vampire and her intended victim.
“On the surface it would seem that Vampyros Lesbos is a story of love gone awry, of Nadine’s attempted seduction of Linda, and Linda’s rejection Nadine, of her lifestyle and everything the lifestyle has to offer. In the end, however, it’s the tale of two women, each with their own desires, and each with their own means of attaining the objects of their desire.”
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Queer Vampires: A Morbid Curiosity
Queer vampires, Vampire-Con, and me featured in Frontiers in L.A. magazine
From Bram Stoker’s Dracula, Anne Rice’s Interview With the Vampire and Joss Whedon’s Buffy the Vampire Slayer to today’s craze over Twilight and True Blood, the vampire genre has come from out of the grave to take center stage.
Four Stories
Jorge Luis Borges once said that there are only four stories to be told:
- a love story involving two people
- a love story involving three people
- the struggle for power
- a journey
Brokenness
There is a brokenness
out of which comes the unbroken,
a shatteredness
out of which blooms the unshatterable.
There is a sorrow
beyond all grief which leads to joy
and a fragility
out of whose depths emerges strength.
There is a hollow space
too vast for words
through which we pass with each loss,
out of whose darkness
we are sanctioned into being.
There is a cry deeper than all sound
whose serrated edges cut the heart
as we break open to the place inside
which is unbreakable and whole,
while learning to sing.
— Rashani, 1991
Half-written
I keep thinking I’m going to be better about posting to my blog, but here I sit with so many half-finished blog entries. I’ve been thinking about what the block is, and I’m realizing that part of it is that I’m a writer. I want to think about what I’ve written before it sees the light of day. Think and reflect. And then edit and rewrite. Repeat.
Maybe someday these half-written entries will see the light of day.
Musings & Meditations 
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