A gay man now in his early 20s has come forward to answer questions about a life so out of the ordinary that it sounds more like something ripped from a True Blood episode.
And yet, he writes with such maturity, detail (not to mention near-perfect grammar) and unexpected poignancy that it’s very easy to believe him.
The small-town queer gay man grew up feeling like an outsider. Beginning around age 11, and in lieu of any significant connections with other kids, he visited his school’s computer lab regularly, where he first came across a vampire subculture site and met someone who seemed to understand him — “someone who didn’t treat me like a kid or a loser, someone who was really charismatic and seemed to really care about me. I remember feeling really cool that someone like that would even talk to me, more sophisticated than the other kids at school.”
That connection wound up being the tip of the iceberg, and he tumbled headfirst into a strange, dogmatic vampire community. By the time he turned 18, a bulk of his adolescence has been spent under the influence of the group and its message. He’d just graduated high school with a GPA so low it “looked like a typo.” His mother deceased, his father detached and his stepmom a source of endless contention, he accepted the offer of a contact he’d made online to put him up in a New Orleans “vampire house.”
He describes the border-line cult he was thrust into:
I wouldn’t even know where to start with all the crazy shit they did, but honestly the craziest thing about them was not what they believed, but how they related with each other. The person who I had been communicating with online for years, in person, did not have the genre of charisma I had imagined.