Thread Pulling: Lucifer

It always begins with poetry. This time, it started out with my November 11th Kofi post:

November 11, 1994, South Bend: In Brit Lit, we read excerpts from Paradise Lost.

“The mind is its own place, and in itself 

Can make a heav’n of hell, a hell of heav’n. 

What matter where, if I be still the same, 

And what I should be, all but less than he 

Whom thunder hath made greater? Here at least 

We shall be free: th’Almighty hath not built 

Here for his envy, will not drive us hence: 

Here we may reign secure, and in my choice 

To reign is worth ambition, though in hell; 

Better to reign in hell than serve in heav’n.”

- Paradise Lost, Book One, lines 254-263 

This is, of course, a paraphrase of something Bender says on Futurama, not a John Milton quote.

But that only reminds me that I edited the above poetry over an image of Mark Pellegrino, Lucifer on the CW television series Supernatural. 

Ah, but that is just making me horny for Lucifer (fictional character). (Why does his hair look like he just got out of bed after having a very, very good time in bed? I don't know but I do care to speculate.) As I said in this post about Truman Capote's "nonfiction novel" In Cold Blood:

"Mark Pellegrino is pretty, too.  Blond and blue-eyed like Dick Hickok but, one presumes, without the homicidal tendencies, he's part Italian and part Russian and various kinds of Northern European. I don't quite understand his fascination with Ayn Rand, but still, he's a pretty one." 

If you'll excuse my Tumblr.com lingo for a moment: I'm sexualizing that old man. (He's 12 years older than me.) 

2014 me didn't even know Mark Pellegrino's name. I said in this post about an unhinged SamStiel dream that his character was Satan. He's not Satan, he's the archangel Lucifer. (To understand that distinction without a difference, consult a Christian theologian.) She was so young and naive.

2016 me saw the Philip Seymour Hoffman film Capote. Playing Richard "Dick" Hickok, the real-life convicted murderer, pedophile, and all-around lowlife slimeball, Pellegrino brought some of his Luciferian energy to that relatively small role. And good hair. And vintage tattoos that suited him as a villain (whose pedophilic tendencies were somewhat downplayed for the film adaptation. The movie doesn't want you to root for the murderers, exactly, but you as an audience member must at least accept their common humanity with Truman Capote and Harper Lee).

So please, try not to judge me too harshly if you catch me in the Lucifer (Supernatural)/reader tag on ao3. It's all John Milton's fault, really. If he hadn't written bad boy Lucifer as what the Romantic poets would later describe as a Byronic hero, we might not be in this mess. 

But here we are, just like Lord Byron before us, reading Milton and getting horny for fictional!Lucifer. Am I going to hell? Maybe. Given the current political situation in the United States of America, I have to admit, I'm in much more of a rebelling mood than I am an obeying authority mood. I might be ok with that.