They keep our eyes on the prize, a world where love and laughter can happen in he open square under the sky. They remind us of what’s important, what we’re defending.

Happy stories written with ruthless realism – a clear understanding of how evil works, how it plays out, and how it can be defeated – that’s political education right there, and it tastes good too.Let’s have a moratorium on Tragedy Porn, given what is happening now. I’m really tired of privileged (rich, white, cisgender, male, het, and intersections thereof) who think they’re Elevated rather than Fucking Twisted in esthetic  contemplation of disaster that happens to someone else.

Go forth then, beloveds, art your heart out, love your happy stories, and know you are doing something sacred.