I am currently working through my feelings about what Neil Gaiman made before we found out he was a huge creep. It might take me the rest of my (and/or his) life to fully square how I feel and how I want to interact with the work. In short:
I believe the victims. All the ones who came forward and I'm sure there are a lot more.
I am still so fucking mad right now. I used to have a literal entire shelf of his work in the living room (most of it is in a box now). I spent so much energy and goodwill hyping him to others--for 30 fucking years!!!--and I am so mad that he's such a fucking creep.
I started going to book signings in the aughts and every "charming" interaction has soured in my memory with the knowledge that, if I was much younger or employed by him, I might have been preyed on.
I knit the Dagfinn sweater as a hat. Will type up the pattern soon so that you don't have to look at his stupid smug face.
I still have a lot of love in my heart for Good Omens, The Sandman and Dead Boy Detectives. I know I will never interact with anything he produces, and I won't promote past works to those who haven't experienced it, but I might re-read some of the stuff I already own. It's complicated.
I'm watching Sandman s2. I know it's not ideal. Feel free to criticize



















