I'm pretty sure if I was a dude I would still think vampire Kiefer Sutherland was extremely fuckable, regardless of general gender preferences. That sexy evil laugh.. gives me chills just thinking about it.
All the same vampire stories have always been about same sex people feeling wrongful desires as the suck on each other's necks. It's a genre about being gay and or kinky.
This is conservatives' worst fear, especially for the weirdos who live on compounds or quiverfull movement crazies. The idea that they will produce a ton of kids who might end up thinking for themselves and writing gay vampire fiction scares these people to death.
The only person I knew who was obsessed with Anne Rice came from an Uber Christian background and she is now a big leftie atheist. That's just one person though so there's probably tons of ultra conservatives who love reading about vampires docking or whatever.
Isn't that the American dream though? Fight wars so your kids can write gay vampire fanfiction?... To be fair, why does anyone care though, if it tickles his fancy and isn't illegal mind your business
I'd go one step further and say it's nice. It's nice to see someone enjoying a level of freedom and openness that's almost been unheard of before, and it's nice that his ancestors in part helped create it, whether intentionally approving of the results or not.
That's the thing about Western Liberal Democracy if it's not free, it stops being Western Liberal Democracy. Part of the system is the freedom we have under it.
Yes countless soldiers fought and defended America so that freedom persists. *deep whiff* smell the freedom, y'all. It applies to gay vampire fiction writers, too!
Does anybody really think that tens of thousands of conscripted young men living in tents, knocking on death's door, weren't getting at least a little jiggy with it?
Imagine the kind of burn Homer would have gotten today for writing The Illiad about the glorification of war, or the Oddyssey, about getting lost so bad on the way home, that you end up fighting cyclops and shagging mermeids, and only your dog recognizes you when you arrive