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As if we needed another reminder that 2020 is trash, I see a serial harasser in the SFF community is back online after a mere four months. Iām a nobody and I donāt usually rant but here we go /THREAD
I cannot describe how absolutely crushing it was to see so many authors I looked up to revealed as sexual predators and otherwise disguising people back in June.
Being an aspiring author is lonely. You allow yourself to dream of friendship and success. Thereās a sense of belonging and achievement that comes from gaining entry into professional circles.
People carry so much weight when theyāre niche-famous. The possibility that we could one day meet and become friends is less far-fetched. After all, weāre just a bunch of book nerds. So when they fall it hurts me too.
Itās painful to detach. Itās embarrassing to admit these dreams in the first place. Even now, I blame myself for being taken in. And Iām angry.
Iām angry that after four months Iām still mourning the loss of security in my hobby. My stomach lurches when I hear one of these names. And now, in this hellhole of a year, before Iāve had a chance to heal, heās back.
And heās back like itās nothing. Imagine the privilege. In a political climate that is mourning RBG, terrified of whatās to come, holding our breath for the next few weeks. He chooses this moment to return. Imagine.
Iām shaking as I type this. Iām a nobody but I canāt be silent.
