I’m not a fan of True Blood. I’m probably the only fag on Planet Earth who can say that, but it’s true.
The problem? Vampires do nothing for me. That’s probably because I live in New Orleans and I’m never more than 50 feet from a coven of Goth chicks wrapped in ankhs and patchouli. I mean, sure, I used to wear a lot of black — still do — but I never had any aspirations of becoming immortal because of it.
The accents on True Blood don’t help. However, the show’s creator has won some points avec moi — at least the part of moi that’s always had a thing for men my age or older:
The idea of celibate vampires is ridiculous, True Blood creator Alan Ball says. “To me, vampires are sex,” he says. “I don’t get a vampire story about abstinence. I’m 53. I don’t care about high school students. I find them irritating and uninformed.”
And it’s true: clueless youngsters are a guaranteed turn-off, just like crystal meth queens on the hunt for some pnp. Both are yappy and needy. Not my scene, never has been.
I’m not going to start watching True Blood now, but I can appreciate the mindset is all I’m saying.