Sexy or Sketchy?
So, bear with me on this. I love me a sexy vampire. There is nothing that gets me going more than 2010’s vampire movie or show that borderlines on stalker behaviour and assault charges. I feel like many people will agree with me but either way this poses the question of whether this behaviour is only acceptable for vampires and really fucked up when applied to real world scenarios.
Think about this. There is a mysteriously, yet lowkey sexy, boy who sends a shudder down your spine with every glance. His gaze his ice cold but you can’t help but feel drawn to his presence. You go through the whole rigmarole of learning that he is some 100-year-old vampire and instantly he is super attached to your every move. I’m talking, watching you from the end of your bed while your sleep. Appears out of thin ai in random places you go, watching you without a blink. Being the richest cunt in the town yet gives no explanation of where or how he gained this wealth. Leaps from trees and hisses at other men…you get the idea.
It’s just sexy man. A permanent protector, a man that listens, he’s always there and really feels for you. I mean this guy will literally kill you. How hot! Maybe I’m slightly deranged or watched way too much Vampire Diaries but my life would be so complete if I had my own Damon Salvatore…or even a Carlisle Cullen who saves dying children and adopts them into his slightly incestual family.
Now take all of this and apply it to a real man.
See its fucking creepy. No man could act in this way and be considered ‘sexy’. Realistically, these men would be facing criminal charges for countless sexual assault and harassment acts. It’s bizarre to think about how common it is to see young women captivated by the vampire culture in literature, which includes myself, yet we would immediately disapprove of the same behaviour acted out in real life. I mean this behaviour is seriously fucked up but if portrayed by a pasty man with pointed teeth and a lust for my blood, I’m folded.
The world is weird.
Or maybe it’s just me…oh well.