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captivated by the little zip
A Dracula retelling where everything is basically the same as the Coppola film but Jonathan is like way more into Dracula from the get go and he has no idea why?? Then the scene with the locket comes up and Dracula is clearly thirsting over Mina like, “is this your wife?” And Jonathan is like, “oh haha, actually can you keep a secret, Count? Oh nevermind, I know I can trust you. That’s actually me from before I transitioned. I keep my picture with me to stave off suspicions around other people, tell them she’s my wife. A little dangerous in our time you know, to live this way, but I feel so much better and I’ve accomplished so much!” And Dracula is trying to listen, he really is, but he’s very clearly having a crisis over nearly eating his beloved and very rudely throwing their shaving mirror out the window/breaking it.
The rest of the story is Jonathan trying to get home but being distracted constantly by Dracula’s very nice daughters and his handsome younger relative that just came to live there? What??
No Name but My Own
They called my choices ignominious— a word shaped from Latin roots, in- for “not,” nomen for “name,” a stripping away of honor, a refusal of the good label.
To them, I was a body without a name, a shadow outside their graced hall, an exile from their polished mirrors.
But in the quiet, I traced that etymology deeper: not-name, not-their-name. And in the absence of borrowed syllables, my own voice began to bloom— unlettered, unblessed, but unbroken.
If disgrace is only the loss of a title they would brand upon my skin, then let disgrace be my freedom. Let shame peel away the borrowed masks, until I am raw, luminous, a self unashamed of its scars.
I will not live ignominiously, not because I bow to their definitions, but because I name myself, and in naming, I become so much more than Self. — A.K.Rx
currently next gen names are fucking....
- fieri, daughter of draal the deadly, son of kanjigar the couragous
- corvette and mustang galadrigal
- kale lake (their mother insists its a) pronounced “kah-le” b) that they named them after a local moon and not something delicious)
Vivienne Wong in Alice Topp’s Same Vein (The Australian Ballet, 2014)