Have you ever sat though a movie marathon of monster movies, with a werewolf?

There’s a theatre here in Brooklyn that’s running movie marathon sessions l of “monster movies”. Most people bring along sleeping bags and blankets and pillows and stuff and get really comfortable to watch these sessions.

The upcoming schedule has them playing a werewolf themed sessions.

You’ve got Silver Bullet, Teenwolf , Cursed, Wolf and an An American Werewolf in Paris on the bill for the early session.

I’ve yet to figure out if the owners of the movie house are doing this deliberately or not.
Or are aware of ‘goings on’ around Brooklyn.

New management, so possibly, they’re just naive.
Newbies.

Actually, now that I think about it, probably they do know what they’re doing because after next week, by the look of the upcoming schedule, they’re running vampire themed movies, like Lost Boys, Blade, Dracula, Day Watch and Night Watch in one session, I saw.

The midnight session we’re attending has, American Werewolf in London, Underworld rise of the Lycans, Twilight New Moon and Van Helsing.

I was outvoted by my friends who wanted to go to the second showing of werewolf movies, because, I quote “Hugh Jackman is hot even if the movie he’s in blows.”

I told Davey I thought he had a hair fetish for Hugh Jackman’s sideburns and said “You do realize Hugh Jackman is not a werewolf just because he’s played a character called wolverine.”

Davey told me to shut up and stop ruining his fantasy.

I questioned why any of my friends would subject themselves to the Twilight movie. As they were buying a movie marathon ticket for the full duration…luckily there are toilet breaks between movies. I might have to have one, that goes for 1 minute 80 seconds.

Again, it was Hugh Jackman to the rescue.

I was told that in order to see the three movies we wanted it would just be cheaper for us to buy full priced movie marathon tickets. I asked why we needed to see the first three movies, and was told in no uncertain terms “Classic, Kate Beckinsale in PVC – Hello, and Hugh Jackman, nuff said.”

Like that explained everything I needed to know about my easily persuaded and pervy, furball friends.

Posted in Whatever Tagged: Brooklyn, hugh jackman, kate beckinsale, movies, twilight new moon, werewolves

Okay I need to clarify something I’ve said before in various posts on this blog.

Werewolves are not monsters.

When I say we – werewolves are not monsters, I mean to say, we’re not mindless and without reason.

As many a movie might have you believe. It’s odd, the movies seem to go for the scare factor, make us the big scary, fury, thing that will not just go bump into the night into you, but will bite you as well. Novels however, in more recent times, seem to put us in a more genuine light, whilst focusing it might seem, on our animal nature and issues of romantic entanglement.
Hands up who hasn’t been there.

Notice how both my hands are down?
Been there, done that, got the t-shirt and wrote the postcard back home.

So when I say werewolves are not mindless monsters, that’s not to say we’re completely cute and furry either.

You can’t just walk up to us and pet us when we’re in our tribal form. Most likely cause we’ll react like any animal – suspiciously, if not defensively and probably bite your hand right off. Yep, through the bone and then we’ll probably drink the blood, bury our snout in it, while you run around screaming the last of your breath out.

Werewolves are not pets, you don’t get to have us for the holiday season then dump as at the pound after that. You can not control us. You can not take us home with you and train to do circus tricks.

We are beasts, animals, at least in part.

So please, for the love of Loki, don’t believe the hype when the latest version of those twilight things come out. I mean, they’re only make believe. And they make me believe that whoever was doing the so called special effects on that film, didn’t have a f**king clue when it came to werewolves.

We are a proud race, no matter what pack you find yourself from.
Our heritage is distinguished and our culture is ancient.
We are absolute warriors when in a fight for blood and life.

Just ask the Nassau Pack who recently tried a thing or two on Breukelen turf and got handed their furry butts back to themselves on stretchers for the animal hospital rescue squad.

Even not in werewolf form, I could still smack down most things, if I was any good as a fighter.

But in werewolf form, I am damn near unstoppable, and fairly, it has to be said, indestructible.
But that isn’t to say I am without thought or reason.

I may not retain my memories of my time in my tribal form. But I have been around others when they are in werewolf form. I’ve seen the way they think. The way the werewolf sizes up it’s prey, their surroundings. You can see the werewolf calculating, going on their survival instinct on what they need to do for whatever reason.

So whilst we can be the fiercest fighting machines in the uber-animal kingdom, we are not just wildly rampaging the cityscape, attacking people.

At least, not without true purpose.
There’s always some dumb reason to fight.

Posted in Dominatrix dark Tagged: Beasts, Breukelen, fighting, monsters, Nassu, Twilight, werewolves

As the world gears up to handle the hysteria that will sweep teenagers everywhere with the release of the new Twilight movie, New Moon, I’m reminded again – in fact more and more these days, I see media and people asking why are people attracted to vampires, why are they so popular as opposed to werewolves.

One Twitter follower stated, that she thought women were attracted to the notion of vampires because they represented in a way, the knight in shining armour sweeping the woman away on a white horse, but with a hint of danger.

Sorry, but I don’t ever want to meet a dead guy on a white horse, especially if it puts my life in danger, or if his horses name is “Pestilence” and there are three other guys riding horses with him!

Hello end of the world is so much further than “hint of danger”!

I’ve read somewhere else that a journalist believes we all have a gothic side to us therefore gothic equals love and understanding of all things vampiric.

Yeah well, disputing that.

I don’t consider myself to be gothic. The online dictionary, says gothic is:

noting or pertaining to a style of architecture
I may have my bad body days where I might say I feel as bloated as a house, but I don’t think I resemble “architecture” when I say that or when I don’t, on my good days.

pertaining to or designating the style of painting, sculpture characterized by a tendency toward realism and interest in detail.
Well I am very much a REAL person and if by details they mean gossip, then we could be on to something with this one..

pertaining to Goths or their language
I have no idea what a “Goth” in this sense is – let me check the dictionary again. Okay it says A member of a Germanic people who invaded the Roman Empire in the early centuries of the Christian era.
Again, way before my time. Also, I don’t speak the Deutschland. I do however know a bit of French, Dutch and the odd Norwegian word or two.

pertaining to the music, esp. of northern Europe, of the period roughly from 1200 to 1450
- um, No.

pertaining to the Middle Ages; medieval
NO, wasn’t born then, and don’t consider myself to be any kind of evil, let alone medieval.

barbarous or crude
Only when drunk. So that’s what, barely ever?

noting or pertaining to a style of literature characterized by a gloomy setting, grotesque, mysterious, or violent events
hmm, sometimes my life might seem to be characterized by a few of these elements, but I don’t dwell in it.

noting or pertaining to the alphabetical script introduced for the writing of
Gothic by Ulfilas
No I do not write like this with that script – I use times new roman font.

being of a genre of contemporary fiction typically relating the experiences of an often ingenuous heroine imperiled, as at an old mansion

hmm, I have heard people call my place a mansion before. But no.

So I don’t think I fall into this love-fest everyone is having with the concept of Vampires.

Yes, I’ve watched the shows, Buffy and True Blood which are great. But I have never once, associated myself with the vampire characters, and I have never once, wanted to be with the vampire characters.

I’ve always seen myself with the human characters because that’s who I live around. Beause I embrace my human side, and enjoy that part of it. That’s the world I’m in.

I think mostly that people want to fall in romantic lust with the undead vampires because they’ve been portrayed by very pretty and charismatic people on TV and screen. Because ‘paranormal’ people, such as yours truly, have something to offer the nons. The fans of the paranormal. They first think of escapisim and some sort of happy little fantasy that measures up to their ideal in their head.

Because it looks like they come from a very exciting and different world. And it probably beats going to an office job five days a week.

Of course, our paranormal lives, might be very normal by nons standards if these so called fans of vampires and werewolves were to be a vampire/werewolf ALL the time. What would they then want to be? – A human?

Oh and aren’t I (and all paranormals for that matter) meant to believe that’s what paranormal beings are striving for thier whole lives? like it’s our ideal?

But it concerns me that people are attracted to blood drinkers, these ‘vampires’ only need blood to survive. And more often than not, as shown in these shows and movies, they get their blood from their loved one. Draining them a little bit more each time its needed of life.

I kind of see that like being in an oddly abusive relationship. “You must give me what I need to survive.” – if vampires are so immortal like, you’d have think they’d figure out a way to get the blood without demanding it of their loved ones after all this time and the time in the world to figure that out.

But again the portrayal of this notion leads us to believe it’s done as an act of love either self sacrificing or not.

I understand the attraction of blood too, because my werewolf, is attracted to it. It’s kind of like, you can take so much out of the evolution scale but blood will always be part of the werewolf.

Doesn’t mean I demand it of those around me, but the animal inside of me is aware of it, and attracted to it, because it’s a predatory thing. Part of the werewolf make up.

Oh and that’s another thing, why don’t people see vampires as predators that are a danger not something that can give you a ‘hint’ of dangerous excitement?

I mean, niave much?

I think the reason people seem to like vampires is because quite simply put, they resemble, according to most folklore and movies and tv shows, humans. Yes, that’s about it. So humans are seen as more attractive and on the level of attraction to other humans than an animal. They think bestiality when they shouldn’t.

Plus, werewolves have been getting a bad wrap for so long, they’ve always been portrayed as “monsters” while the PR machine has been working over time in turning the image of the vampire around into some sort of misunderstood, moody, romantic lead, worthy of its un dead life.

But really if that’s all it takes to make someone like you, then again, its just about how not far, humans have come.

How shallow to like vampires because of their looks and at the same time, use that against werewolves because they loose their human image. But it does not mean werewolves loose their humanity, unlike Vampires.

But as it turns out, Nons are a vain lot (no pun intended) and they’d rather believe in what they can see (looks) and be fooled by these things than true intention. Hence, vampire popularity.Which you would think, in the scale of morals, deep seeded truths, and need for emotional connection, that would count for more than it does, in the image and reputation of the werewolf.

Which seems a likely truth of the gothic nature of our own – vampire, werewolf, human – personal beasts.

Posted in Whatever Tagged: beauty, Blood, humanity, New Moon, Paranormal, teenagers, Twilight, twitter, vampires, werewolf

Posted in Whatever Tagged: Breukelen Altijd, canus lupis, chance sommers, shape shift, werewolf

I’ve spoken about shape-shifting before, but there are times, believe it or not, when it’s not that easy to make happen.

Call it show time nerves if you want. Or lack of confidence, but it happens. You see, shape-shifting can be called upon at any time. Not necessarily just Lunar Week when we all at some point in time, we have to shape shift, as is our nature.

But if you’ve been badly injured or traumatized in an event, sometimes it can just be too hard to figure out how to bring forth the shape-shift. We kind of loose our focus a bit and really, that’s all that’s needed to make us loose our ability.

It’s never permanent, that would be a little bit…impossible given our hybrid existence, one can not exist without the other and all that. But while the human half is always in charge, and on display, the werewolf part does get a say in things too. Sometimes more than others.

One of the ways to hold a shift at bay, at least for a limited and eventually unsuccessful amount of time, is to fight a shift. I’ve done this before. I think three hours is my new personal best. Problem is, eventually I shifted and the day after, when I came to as myself, everything on my body hurt like a bitch.

I mean, blinking an eyelid hurt. You fight it, you suffer the consequences. And when that happens and you wake up aching all over like you’ve been trampled to death a few times, well it’s not like you can call on the magic again to self-help yourself.
With another shape-shift.

Energy gets zapped big time. Especially if you shape-shift too often. Too frequently or too fast. Human Body can’t sustain it that much. It just worsens your conditioning. You become more susceptible to things. Loose some of the tough conditioning your hybrid body has been given.

You come to hungry as hell, wanting not just a big red stake, but about five. It’s insane the amount of food you shovel into your body to refuel it after a shape-shift. But your werewolf thanks you and it helps you feel better, faster, too.

But there are other ways to shape-shift when you can’t. You get help.

I saw his hand on himself, as it moved back and forth and he breathed heavily, watching the shape-shift occur.

The scent of fur and warmth and heated earth, filled our nostrils and he hardened ever more in his own hand as he moved quickly, the blur of the change over filled my vision and I felt the slightest change effortlessly.

My body bucked up, still feeling the last wave, a moment of ecstasy and a final gasp of human breath, before my gray wolf came too. Looking over at him.

Posted in Whatever Tagged: brown wolf, lunar week, Sex, shape shift, werewolf