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A locked case sits in a closet, filled with the scrapbook of a life never lived. At times it feels like a coffin for the side of my being that will never see daylight, never speak with my voice. At others it feels like a hope chest, preparing for the day when my love might ask me to open it.
6 years ago. December 5, 2017 at 10:50 AM

I haven't written in a while here, but that's partly because I have a long audio project in mind.  It's something I've been considering for years.  I call it Sympathy for the Werewolf:

 

 

There's more than a little allegory in the Harry Potter series.  Rowling herself has stated on record that lycanthropy was developed as an allegory for the AIDS crisis and the stigma surrounding that.  It certainly took on a direct parallel during a scene in a later book where Mr. Weasley sticks his foot in his mouth while reassuring a patient who'd just been diagnosed.

But early on in the series, it was less about disease and more about a persecuted inner nature.  Remus Lupin tips his hand in the Prisoner of Azkaban when teaching students to dispel a boggart, a creature that takes the shape of its victim's greatest fear. 

He demonstrates on it himself, and the monster emerges briefly to take the form of a full moon. He casts the proscribed spell, "ridiculus", and it turns to a deflating balloon, which the spell banishes back into the closet. 

He feared exposure for what he truly was, both for the public shame and for the danger he might pose to his loved ones.  His only chance at life was to live with that part of him in the closet, and he maintained this partition by ridiculing it in public.

Later on we find that his true friends altered their own lives to be with him during his wolven hours in a special house.  They met in secret, and formed an underground group to stay together.  I see a lot of this in the way BDSM groups protect their members through vetting and private gatherings, and envy it more than a little.

 

I have been waiting for years for my Gospodhza to stop fearing this side of me long enough to actually engage with him and learn who I really am.  I don't need her to alter her life to be with me in my wolven hours, but I can't stand keeping that full moon rattling away in the closet for the rest of my days.

I have considered making a series of audio recordings to illustrate my situation, and tell the story of who I am with my own voice.  This is perhaps not the best format as she's better with printed text than spoken word, but I don't actually expect she'll ever listen.  I will address her in the audios, but I don't know that she is necessarily the audience in the end.  As with all of these things, I suspect the production of the thing will be the real benefit.  But perhaps if I include the script it could work.

It's a large project, and one I don't expect to even get started on for a long time.  I've had it haunting my idle thoughts for years, and recently a few pieces of music have bothered me enough to start collecting them.  In doing so, I found this 

 from years back, and I can't watch it without crying. 

It manages to capture the beginning and end states of the arc I hope to complete some day.  I grew up thinking myself a devil, but perhaps I'm on the right track.


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