Apparently this question has come up lately. Old, Snarky Me would probably have written a whole post arguing with people who are not fans of it, poking at their reasons and potential biases, and all that fun diversity-shredding business we are all so good at. But as I have taken to heart the imperative to “build up or fuck off,” I have decided instead to write a positive post about what online community specifically has done for me.
For the record, I have put time and energy into meatspace community before. During my turn as a high priestess of modest acclaim, I taught in-person classes, led public rituals, gave seminars, held office in the Covenant of the Goddess, and all that good stuff. At the same time I was writing for publication, teaching in an online school, editing the quarterly journal of the Fellowship of Isis, and…
…and well, I suppose it just makes sense that something had to give. In my case, the something was sleep. I completely lost the ability to fall or stay asleep by any natural means, and of course the rest of my health disintegrated accordingly.
Visit Caw, Motherfsckers, to read more about the place online community has had in Estara’s life.