Okay, folks. Today is a dual-purpose blog post, and although it might look too long for the TL;DR crowd, I promise you the paragraphs are short. But I’ve been fuming all week, because I’m part of a “fandom” from which ‘verse one of my two current primary fronters originates from... and I finally decided fuck it: recent events have made me decide to both “come out” more bluntly about that fact — this person is from the SW universe(I’m a “fictionkin”, if the blog title hasn’t made that clear, have been for almost thirty years; although I HATE the word/the “kin” association) — and the fandom has become overrun with shitty, toxic people. I have a few choice words to say to them, as well as on a subject that’s been bothering me. So here are both as one, and I’ll kick it off with this: every week or so, I have at least one full-blown panic attack over the contents of Episode IX. (Stick with me and read to the end. It’s relevant.) I’ve talked before about the difference between