Blood For Dracula (1974)

The opening credits of Blood For Dracula (also known as Andy Warhol’s Dracula), starring Udo Kier and Joe Dallesandro.

Those eyes.

Those cheekbones.

Ooh, Udo.


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Lafayette Reynolds

Sookie Stackhouse

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Tonight is the second season finale of True Blood, and I’m writing this, my first entry, from a train, knowing that I will not arrive home in time to watch the finale with the millions of others patiently waiting by their televisions, tweeting in anticipation, or holding court on a bar stool at their local watering hole. And it begged the question, by writing The Unofficial True Blood Companion, what kind of authority am I on True Blood, its creator, characters, and fan base? While it could appear that my presence in this community is paler than a vamp’s complexion, until now I’ve simply preferred a quieter contemplation. My enthusiasm for the show, however, and those who support it, is age-old.

So, while the minutes count down to the season finale, and I watch the battery power on my laptop dwindle toward a fading inevitability, my watery reflection rides alongside us in the darkness, catching night breeze, and I’m thinking of them. Eric’s face outside Lafayette’s window. Sookie as she first approached Bill’s home. Andy turning over shot glass after shot glass. Tara and Sam making early “arrangements” on his couch. The tear in the neck of Jason’s work shirt. Godric’s sunshine surrender. Jessica, and a hope that if she lived in my big city she’d be a bratty skateboarder hitching a ride on the back of this train. Or, that Maryann and I would meet for one slow dance at a tiny bar with low ceilings.

I love True Blood because it makes me think about war, queer politics, pride, sacrifice, family, the afterlife, burgers, religion, and ritual. I love the True Blood community because it consistently engages me, my awareness growing alongside my interest, my opinions contributing to a larger collective that wants, just as badly as I do, the taste of a good thing to linger a little while longer.

Perhaps, then, what makes all of us authorities on anything is the simple act of showing up. Hope to see you soon . . .