Do you want to be married, do you want to enter into a static world where the choices have been made and the growing has been done and the living can start? Does a part of you get off on the idea of being a good wife, of being in control of yourself and your home to such a degree that the balance of power in the house can shift around whenever you feel like it? Do you want to be tied up in the darkness, arms around you as tight as death's, and know that you are finally safe? To love is to bury, do you want to be buried? Half the time. Exactly half the time.
Do you want to be just like a man? Roaming the night, fucking at will, being open and honest, without any ties at all? Do you want to escape the tyranny of relationships and demands and live on your own, like a beast, plant a garden and watch it grow, feed the cat, sleep with just everybody in the whole world? Do you want to try fucked up sex things that maybe you can't look the person in the eye for awhile, but you can laugh about it eventually? Would you like to live in a world where nobody judges you or says that words reserved for women who make their own choices? Wouldn't you love, for once, to make the call and honestly know there are no social repercussions, no psychological tell, no evidence of past trauma, or tiny little shame in the back corner? To love is to be taken apart and put back together better, do you want to be ripped apart? Half the time.
Because, you know, those are the only things you're allowed to want. Men that act like fathers, men that act like brothers. There are no other men in this world, we've been told our entire lives; men are objects to be feared, and they are objects you put into your life for certain reasons and to have certain effects. Vampires don't have souls. Werewolf guy has a soul but it doesn't even make sense and it has ADD anyway. And there you are, this rational boy or girl, confronted with their beautiful faces and fucked-up rationales, having to make a choice about what you're going to put in your life, and why. And that's not optimal -- because people all have the gift of subjectivity no matter how you treat them -- but it's a hell of a lot better to know you have options (including getting over this dichotomy altogether) and it's comforting to know that the entire publishing economy, in a very real way, right now rests on the idea of our culture collaboratively trying to process this vampire guy/werewolf guy phenomenon so we can move on to whatever the next (even more WTF) thing will be.