Lestat here. Many of you have asked me whether or not I have any regrets. At first I ignored this question, because I am constitutionally opposed to the very idea of regret. But the more I saw the question, the more I thought about the whole matter. And I think there is indeed one thing in my life that I actively regret. I regret that during the 19th century when I lived in New Orleans with my vampire companions, Louis and Claudia, I did not tell them more about our origins, and about the vampires of the old world. I thought at the time that I was protecting them from secrets that could only hurt them, sheltering them in a wilderness and paradise that belonged exclusively to the three of us. But this was all wrong. I should have known that Louis and Claudia needed to know about the origins of our kind, needed to know where we’d come from, needed to know whether or not there were others out there, and I should have anticipated and encouraged their questions rather than keeping them at a distance from myself. Of course one reason I made this awful mistake is that I did know secrets about vampires that I was bound by an oath not to reveal. But I could have told Louis and Claudia more than I did. I could have respected their need for knowledge. I truly regret that I did not. As many of you know, our little coven family came to disaster, and I think I had a hand in that disaster, by not giving my beloved fledglings more information and insight into what we were.
Lestat answers questions via Anne’s facebook page
You don’t know how much I love my cat.
I’m really really really happy being single. I really am. But sometimes I just get a little lonely in a way that I can’t explain :/
Someone asked a while back and I joked. I didn’t explain. But I really don’t identify as gay, straight, or bi. I don’t identify as anything. When you apply a label to yourself, you are accepting and acknowledging everything about that group as applying to you. Basically you become that label 100%. For better or worse. That’s how I see it, anyway. And I’m not 100% anything, so I can’t label myself.
Furthermore, when you put a label like “gay” on a person, you are creating a set of “right” and “wrong” people that you are allowed to have feelings for. And that’s not okay, because that’s what makes people feel confused and upset. “Oh gosh, I called myself straight, but I have feelings for this girl. Is there something wrong with me?” No, of course not. But by labeling yourself straight, you have made it “wrong” to have emotions for someone of the same gender.
Again, this is just my personal take on the situation. But I really hate society’s obsessive need to label everyone. It’s destructive, I would (and do) argue. Love the people that make you happy. It should be as simple as that.
That being said, I do trust men much less than I trust women. So that has an effect on the people that I general find myself drawn to, more of whom have been women. But that doesn’t affect how I actually feel about individuals. Because, again, people are not labels.
Consider this for a second: girls.
My dash needs more Samira Wiley.
Light of life. Fire of my loins.