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lotesseEven though I know others have told stories about fandom as a negative space in their life, I've never felt that way about fandom. Any kerfuffle weight I came under was purely my own fault, for intersectionalityfailing, and I appreciate that education. So - I've been doing nostalgia reading in HP fandom, like I said a while back, and remembering why I've always put fandom on my mental map in the place of roses and diamonds. I came across this wonderful ff.n review response (I didn't see the my text, but as I was in high school at the time, I'll lay nickles to knuts that I'd been fussing about how my parents didn't like me spending such a lot of time on the internet):
Dear Mrs. Lotesse;
You may not know me, but I have been writing stories on Fanfiction.Net for some time now. Stories which your daughter, the English Teacher, has been kind enough to consent to review for me.
I can assure you I am of good character and only have a small arrest record, and despite the video tape, my lawyer is still fairly certain he can beat the rap for me.
As an author myself, I can tell you that most of my education as a writer came from my reading of other people's books. I spent large sums of money on this. But somehow it managed to impress itself enough upon my own meager writing skills to help me become a published author.
Therefore, it is with a great deal of sincerity that I would request that you support your daughter's inborn, incessant need to read everything she can get her hands on. And one day, after years of sacrifice on your part for all you had to give up so that she could have books to read, she will proudly come to you one day and show you her first published book. She will then tell you what she was paid, which will promptly have you crying in your tea thinking that she could have had a real job making good money by now.
Sincerely,
P.A.R.
And I just. Fuck, I fucking love you guys.
Dear Mrs. Lotesse;
You may not know me, but I have been writing stories on Fanfiction.Net for some time now. Stories which your daughter, the English Teacher, has been kind enough to consent to review for me.
I can assure you I am of good character and only have a small arrest record, and despite the video tape, my lawyer is still fairly certain he can beat the rap for me.
As an author myself, I can tell you that most of my education as a writer came from my reading of other people's books. I spent large sums of money on this. But somehow it managed to impress itself enough upon my own meager writing skills to help me become a published author.
Therefore, it is with a great deal of sincerity that I would request that you support your daughter's inborn, incessant need to read everything she can get her hands on. And one day, after years of sacrifice on your part for all you had to give up so that she could have books to read, she will proudly come to you one day and show you her first published book. She will then tell you what she was paid, which will promptly have you crying in your tea thinking that she could have had a real job making good money by now.
Sincerely,
P.A.R.
And I just. Fuck, I fucking love you guys.