Your personal triggers and squicks do not get to determine what kind of art other people make.
People make shit. It’s what we do. We make shit to explore, to inspire, to explain, to understand, but also to cope, to process, to educate, to warn, to go, “hey, wouldn’t that be fucked up? Wild, right?”
Yes, sure, there are things that should be handled with care if they are used at all. But plenty more things are subjective. Some things are just not going to be to your tastes. So go find something that is to your tastes and stop worrying so much about what other people are doing and trying to dictate universal moral precepts about art based on your personal triggers and squicks.
I find possession stories super fucking triggering if I encounter them without warning, especially if they function as a sexual abuse metaphor. I’m not over here campaigning for every horror artist to stop writing possession stories because they make me feel shaky and dissociated. I just check Does The Dog Die before watching certain genres, and I have my husband or roommate preview anything I think might upset me so they can give me more detail. And if I genuinely don’t think I can’t handle it, I don’t watch it. It’s that simple.
#this excludes writing pedo or incest.
If you look at the tags on my original post, this post was originally about hospital horror, and how it’s allowed to exist even if an individual has medical trauma and doesn’t like the genre. But since someone wanted to go and put some shit on my post that I disagree with:
No, actually, it doesn’t exclude those things. Dark themes in fiction are allowed to exist whether you like them or not.
Vladimir Nabokov’s Lolita was not a real little girl who really got brutalized. She was a fictional character. No real child was harmed. People are not reading Lolita and going out thinking, “oh, this told me to abuse children, and clearly it’s morally okay now.” The existence of Lolita is not responsible for the existence of CSA.
Wes Craven’s New Nightmare was pretty meta, but Freddy Krueger was still never real and never hurt any real kids, either. He’s a story. None of those kids ever died, none of them ever got abused, and Fred Krueger never got burned to death, because they’re all fake and never existed. Murder and CSA in the real world aren’t Freddy Krueger’s fault.
Jaime and Cersei Lannister are not real people. They are fake. They are words on paper, and actors on a screen. Lena Headey and Nikolaj Coster-Waldau are not siblings, and did not ever have real sex in the show. It was fake, simulated, not real sex. No siblings actually fucked. Nobody is watching/reading Game of Thrones and thinking, “oh, I can totally go fuck my sibling with no repercussions now!” The existence of Game of Thrones is not responsible for real-world incest.
Guillermo del Toro’s film Crimson Peak didn’t kick off an epidemic of everyone deciding it’s okay to fuck their sister and kill their wife. William Faulkner’s “A Rose For Emily” isn’t making people kill men and sleep with their corpses, and Emily never really killed Homer because neither of them actually exist in the first place.
John Wick isn’t making people run out and become hitmen. The very cute doggy that infamously dies in the first movie was not actually a real dog death–the dogs in John Wick were treated very well, according to a ScreenRant article I found!
Ghostface was played by a combination of stuntmen and a very talented voice actor, and all his murder victims were actors who were filming a pretend story. It was all choreographed and nobody really died. The benind-the-scenes stuff for the Scream series is actually really cool if you’re into that sort of thing like I am.
Arcane didn’t put grenade launchers in people’s hands and turn them into vigilante fighters juiced up on Super Drugs–and you know what, neither did any of the things the Batman franchise has churned out. The Joker and Scarecrow and Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn aren’t out there terrorizing New York City, because they’re fantasy supervillains who aren’t real and can’t hurt you.
The endless waves of bandits in Skyrim are pixels on a screen, and I’m not killing real men when I cut them down. No real people got hurt when my Sims 4 house caught fire. Playing Super Smash Brothers hasn’t gotten me into underground fighting rings, and neither did watching Fight Club.
It’s all fiction.
None of it is real.
The characters are fake and do not exist.
Curate your own media experience and get your head out of your ass.