Well, this has been a shitty, tragic week. Tacked on to other tragic days and the continued buckets of fuck that emanate from D.C.
I was on the road and I’ve been on several deadlines this week, too, but damn. I just didn’t have it in me to fangirl over anything, even though fandoms are what I use to escape.
I felt guilty this week about escaping, because I wanted to be present for the horrible, and to acknowledge it and grieve it and reach out to loved ones about it, to assure myself that I’m still here, that they’re still here, that even in the bleakest of times we can find it within ourselves to live and love. So I was present. And I realized that even my fandoms were present, that they, too, were dealing with and acknowledging the crap all around us.
And that’s when I realized the importance of fangirling. It helps me ground myself. The fandoms I participate in are filled with passionate, amazing people who create amazing art, fiction, memes, costumes, comics, music…everything you could possibly think of. They’re people who have started revolutionary movements with regard to representation; people who reach out to each other on the daily on social media if they sense someone’s hurting and needs a friendly check-in; they’re people who are over-the-top funny, snarky, and achingly creative.
They’re diverse, and a reflection of the world I want to live and work in.
They’re global, and can bridge differences so that you find yourself talking to someone from another country like you’re old friends.
They’re beautiful, and filled with drama and angst and pain and love and light and humor.
They’re the embodiment of the human spirit, and they can prop you up when all you want to do is lie down and let the dirt of this terrible, brutal world blow into your wounds.
I have found solace in fandoms and in the act of fangirling. They’ve inspired me to keep creating even when I feel that nothing I do makes any kind of difference or is worth anyone’s attention. They remind me that the act of creating is itself an act of rebellion and joy, and that even in the darkest of times, we must continue to feed the spark within.
Would you like to share your escape routes? If you have fandoms or books or comics or movies or TV shows or combos of those and they bring you solace and joy, please share them in the comments so others can find them, too.
In other words, share some love. We can all use it.
Happy Friday and may The Force be with you.