So I'd been planning to write this post for a while but stuff kept coming up. Then something happened today that brought it back up.

And for once, it's not a complaint about guys.
All of the other women on this earth need to get it through their heads that not everyone is like them. Not everyone has the same feelings as they do. One would think this is common sense. This is a fact that I'm made aware of pretty much every day. It's something I HAVE to be aware of for my own SAFETY. I'd like others to extend me the same consideration. It's not that difficult, really.

I've gotten so damn tired of every other female assuming that I'm going to marry and have a family someday, then acting shocked when I say I'm not.
Like, hello, there are people on this earth who don't subscribe to what you think is the perfect "happy" lifestyle. Not everyone feels the same way as you do. Not everyone has the same interests as you do. Please, people, open your eyes, and realize that NOT EVERYONE IS THE SAME AS YOU!!

Because you know what? If everyone is going to assume I'm just like them...then I'm going to assume that everyone thinks the same and feels the same as I do.
I'm going to assume that every female on this earth wants to be independent, has never felt a desire to have children, and thinks that dating living people is a huge waste of their time.
I'm going to assume that every other person is a vegetarian and visits cemeteries for the fun of it.

Maybe then these people will realize just how dumb they sound.
But probably not!!

Recently, I've been seeing a lot of criticism on social media (facebook...tumblr...pretty much wherever you can find social justice warriors) about Frozen (disney's newest 'princess' movie). There are always people bitching about this stuff whenever a new disney movie comes out, but the amount of people criticizing Frozen for its racism, mainly the exclusion of minorities, is amazing.

I went to see Frozen a few weeks ago with my mother and youngest brother. It was pretty good, I liked it overall, but there were still a few things that bugged me about it. Not so much any kind of racism, I don't have anything new to add to that discussion anyway, but the main thing that bugged me is that time and time again, Disney has to make every princess movie about girls falling in love and being boy-crazy and it's irritating as hell sometimes, constantly being force-fed the message that girls have to fall in love with handsome, strong princes.

Admittedly, I haven't watched all the more recent princess movies, I haven't really watched any since I was in elementary school. Except for Mulan, and Mulan isn't actually a princess. Even in that movie, they had to awkwardly cram a romance into a story about a girl going to war to protect her family and her country.

Back to Frozen, though. Anna started out as such an annoying character, to be honest. I actually liked and connected to Elsa, but Anna got on my nerves. She was so over-the-top I WANT TO FALL IN LOVE. I wanted to hit her when she met that guy Hans and decided, after hanging out with him for one evening, that she wanted to marry him. Yeah, some people are boy-crazy, but for those of us who aren't, it can be rather awkward to watch. Luckily, other characters thought she was crazy too, like that guy Kristoff, who she befriended on her journey to find Elsa. But then she ended up falling for him, too. And he ended up falling for her, and I was just left wondering why people don't want to let men and women just be friends. No, they have to jam some kind of stupid love story in just for drama, even when it totally makes no sense. I guess their falling in love made more sense than Anna randomly falling in love with Hans, but whatever.

Finally, they just Had to being back the same old "true love's kiss" thing, even after it's been done a million times. Yeah, I know they said "an act of true love" but then they had to go rushing off finding princes to kiss Anna. But then it wasn't even a kiss that saved her in the end! Instead she was restored when she sacrificed herself for Elsa. They set it up like Kristoff was going to be her 'true love'...why bother making characters fall in love, honestly, if it isn't even plot important. They could have just stayed as friends the whole movie. It would have been a great message to send, that people don't have to f--king rush into love, but, meh.

It's funny, when I was little, and my parents turned on those disney princess movies for me to watch...I feel like I would've liked to watch a movie about a woman I could actually connect to, instead of being inundated in all that true love and prince stuff. Yeah, there are some strong, independent princesses, but in the end everything is always about falling in love and happily ever after. It just made me all the more depressed when I realized I couldn't fit into this mold.

I don't even remember being that interested in princesses when I was little, anyhow. I had more fun running around in the woods and digging up bones. It would have been nice for someone to tell me that I didn't have to fit a specific criteria to be happy. How cool would it be if they made a lesbian, bi, or otherwise non-straight princess? How cool would it be if they made a princess who just didn't give a damn about falling in love with a prince.

I really need to stop apologizing so much. I've been aware of this issue for a while, but I really need to stop. The way I apologize for stuff I can't control is just yet another way of putting myself down. And haters do that enough for me already, so I should at least be on my own side, right?

Things like: "I'm sorry I'm a necrophile", or, "I'm sorry that I can't help it"...or even those "Sorry if you don't like my necrophilia". Seriously, why should I be sorry for any of that? I don't know why I continue to say this crap. Because I'm not really sorry, I suppose I just hide behind apologies because it makes me think people will hate me less. I guess I feel like they'll take pity on me if I act like I'm sorry.

At some point, though, I have to stop apologizing for my harmless life. I have nothing to be apologizing for. And if anyone has a problem with me or my necrophilia then they should just do the respectful thing and ignore me, there's no reason to keep making myself feel bad for their sake when I've never done anything wrong. They can apologize to me instead for their irrational hate.

[WARNING: RANT LOOMING AHEAD.]

Hello, world. Or should I say, cruel world. I’ve had a lot of things on my mind lately, and if you have the time and respect to listen, I’d like us to sit down and have a little talk.

The thing is, you may never understand me, you may never like me, and you may never, ever accept me, but that doesn’t change the fact that I’m here, and if I can help it, I won't be going away any time soon.

And while I’m here I’d like you to know that I’m here for myself, and not to be your plaything. I’m not here to be the villain in your movies, the sicko to play to your fetishes, or to be the one character type that you know will never fail to get a rise out of your audience. I’m not even a character type. I’m an individual, and I always thought I had the right to be treated like one.

See, maybe you didn’t know this, but I was born a person with feelings, love, empathy, and a conscience. I’d say I’m just like you, but I don’t really think I want to compare myself to someone who takes an entire diverse group of real people and tries to cram them into a stereotype of cruelty and violence. No, I’ll pass on the hatred.

"But Countess!" I can already hear you say, "These are just works of fiction! Why are you getting so psychotic over something that’s not even real?" I know this is what you’ll say, because you consistently refuse to appreciate that stereotyping of an oppressed group, especially in the media, even if it’s in a work of fiction, is HARMFUL. I repeat, it is harmful to all of us that have to suffer day after day of being inaccurately represented. Every time you take my identity and twist it and use it for your entertainment, you take away my freedom to express myself to the people I care about (and to the world) who I truly am without fear of being hated. You, as a ‘normal’, get to watch anything you want to without fear of your group being profiled and defined by the bad actions of only one individual. You can read any book, watch any movie or crime show that portrays a necrophile character, however they happen to be portrayed...and then you get to turn off the TV and that is where the experience ends for you. If only I could be so lucky. What is for you only an idea that you will rarely come into contact with and rarely have to put thought to (because most of us are too damn afraid to tell you who we are), is for me an inescapable part of my life.

I am sick and tired of having to explain to you that stereotypes, to me, hurt after a while of having them grated against my ears. I really shouldn’t have to do this time and time again, but I know I will never get anywhere as long as you continue to sit up on your pedestal and tell me that your “expression” and your entertainment is more important than my identity and my dignity.

I’m sick of you appropriating a huge aspect of my identity just because you want to sit back for an hour and a half for a fun scare. I’m not here on the earth for your entertainment or to be a novelty for you to use in your weird escapist fantasies. I’m tired of you pretending you know what my life and feelings are like when you don’t, and I’m also tired of you thinking that being different makes me an acceptable tool to use for whatever weird crime you want to write about today. I’m sick of constantly being looked at as a psychotic, depraved murderer with no empathy and no regard for anyone’s life. And if you still don’t get it, no matter how many times I try to tell you that you need to open your eyes and stop selfishly treating a group of people as your property for your entertainment, then I am a thousand times the empathetic human being that you’ll ever be. Sorry, but I’m not sorry.

Thank you for listening. I am indeed not here for your entertainment, and hopefully I’ll only have to explain this a few thousand more times before I run out of breath. A few thousand? I only wish it were that easy.

Countess