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Double standard curse you

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I have noticed something that I find interesting.

Before I go on, allow me to preface this since this seems to be something that needs to be done online nowadays. This isn't meant to cut down anyone who thinks this. This isn't meant to be mean in any way at all. This isn't singling anyone out. There is no alternate meaning in my words. I have just come to observe this. It's something I've seen in reviews, something I've heard regarding my books, and even something I've seen online.

Maybe I need to preface the preface to also preface another preface, to preface the first. And I'll still probably piss someone off, or offend them.

Anyhoo.

I have noticed there is a common double standard even when it comes to female vampires, and I'm rather curious if you have as well. My female character in Dark Illusions, Kat, is modeled much in the way of a female Dracula, if you will.

What I mean is that she loves one person, but still engages in quite a lot of sexual moments with the mate she is bound to, which isn't the man she loves . . . ahem. Well, can't be giving away the series, or book, now can I?

You know you love me. :)

It occurred to me when I was watching the premier of Dracula last week that Kat and other female vampires, or characters of fantasy (I will only refer to my own characters as a specific), suffer the double standard. Nobody thinks twice about a male character like Dracula having an all-time one love while still engaging with others. He can sleep around, yet still love the one individual and not one person ever calls him out for that.

Why is that? Have you noticed that, as well?

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