@xogium @Aaidanbird
The creations of hateful fucks who would cheer of I killed myself do not deserve my neurons and electrical impulses. My brain is finite and I see no reason to pollute it with the garbage she shits out even if I steal it. If I'm reading it watching stories she created, then I'm immersing myself in her worldview whether I want to admit it or not and I refuse to give her that part of me.
She's still alive. This is not "death of the author". You can ask her what she meant or how she feels and she'll gladly tell you how much she hates transgender people.
If you have a mind capable of compartmentalizing the facts and you can still enjoy her world, good for you. For me, even considering reading her books or watching her movies or shows makes my bile rise. It makes me feel like to enjoy them is to justify her continued success.
I cut out Neil Gaiman so I never saw the end of "Sandman" or "Good Omens". I never watched "Dead Boy Detectives". Even though all of those are things I previously enjoyed or looked forward to. Things created by that manipulative sexual predator don't deserve my time.
To use gaming terms, this shit is cursed, and every time you pick it up, you are inflicting psychic damage to yourself.