our swords're sharpened & we're ready to sin

Just think about it:

We are in the era after it caused SO MUCH, and caused so many sites to put in blocks and other restrictions to stop it from scraping everything

The first thing I ever read of yours was Neverwhere. I had no idea about any of your other work--it just happened to be in my high school library, and I liked the cover. I think I only had time to read the first chapter during legitimate library time, but I checked it out and skipped the next three periods hiding in a locked bathroom stall so I could devour the rest of it. Then I went to the public library and put a hold on everything else of yours that I could find. I spent all the money that I made at my weekend job on buying the Sandman trade paperbacks one at a time.

A few years later, I was in my first year of university, living on my own in a new town with no friends. You came to town to do a signing for Anansi Boys. Standing in line to get my books signed, with my head too full of your reading to be shy, I noticed that the girl in line just ahead of me looked... really cool. And cute. And about my age. So I said, "Hi. Sorry. You look really cool. Do you want to be friends?"

We went up to get our books signed together. You were really kind to us. Her roommate didn't have a book, and asked you to sign her shoe. You signed it. You said some other young woman had asked you to sign her breasts, so a shoe wasn't a problem.

It's fifteen years later, and the girl I met in the line is still the best friend I've ever had. All I knew about her was that she liked your work. I was lonely, awkward and eighteen, and knowing that your writing meant something to her, too, made me brave enough to reach out.

I have no idea what my life would have been like without her. Worse, though. Much less interesting.

So, thanks. Thanks for all the worlds and the people in them and their stories, and most of all, thank you for my best friend.

LONG LIVE THE  MAGICAL LICH

I have been precisely where you are, right now. In fact, we were just talking about this a few days ago, as it relates to a guy who wrote a ton of music that was PROFOUND to me when I was a teenager. He wrote about being lonely and feeling unloved, and all the things I was feeling as a teenager.

He grew up to be a reprehensible bigot, and for years I couldn't listen to one of the most important bands in my life anymore.

But this week, someone pointed out that he was one member of a group that all worked together to make that thing that was so important to me. And the person he was when he wrote those lyrics is not the person he is today. And the person I was when I heard those lyrics doesn't deserve to be shoved into a box and put away, because that guy is a shit.

This is a long way of saying that Joss sure turned out to be garbage. Because of who I my friends are, I know stuff that isn't in the public, and it's pretty horrible. He's just not a good person, and apparently never was a good person.

BUT! Buffy is more than him. It's all the actors and crew who made it. It's all the writers who aren't Joss. Joss is part of it, sure, and some of the episodes he wrote are terrific.

At least one of the episodes he wrote was deeply meaningful to you at a moment in your life when you'd experienced a loss I can only imagine. The person you are now, and the 16 year-old you were who just lost their dad, are more important than the piece of shit Joss Whedon revealed himself to be.

His bad behavior is on him. He has to live with it, and the consequences of it.

16 year-old you, who just lost their dad, shouldn't have to think about what a shit Joss Whedon is for even a second. That kid, and you, deserve to have that place to revisit when you need to go there.

I can't speak for the other actors, even the ones I know. But I will tell you, as an abuse survivor myself who never wanted to be in front of the camera when he was a kid: it's really okay for you to enjoy the work. The work is good and meaningful, and if nobody is going to watch it because of what one piece of shit did two decades ago, what was it all for?

I'm not the pope of chilitown, so take this for what it's worth: I believe that when some piece of art is deeply meaningful to a person, for whatever reason, that art doesn't belong to the person who created it, if it ever did. It belongs to the person who found something meaningful in the art.

If it feels right to you to put it away and never look at it again, that's totally valid. But if it brings you comfort, or joy, or healing, or just warm familiarity to bring it out and spend some time with it, that's totally valid, too.