Dipping a toe into fannish discourse

... which I'd mostly dropped out of my life a while ago, but.

Posted this to Making Light, in one of the current discussions of the Sad Puppies slate and the Hugos:

A reader, fit for nominating, I
Cannot in earnest decency assert
Myself to be; that which I seem to buy
Is rarely current, slowly read. I flirt
With reading fiction once again and find
That fitting it is harder than it was,
That research reading envelops my mind
When I have time to read. (Despite its flaws
The internet’s diversions fit my space.)
The book I’m reading is from twenty-ten.*
(When the children leave to me a place
Where I can read it.) So, I find that when
My vote is claimed as good, I therefore go
“It’s nice of you to say so, but, just, no.”

* I Shall Wear Midnight. Came off my fiction-to-read-soon shelf for the obvious reasons after living there for several years.

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I have more thoughts but I am not sure about actually articulating them. Aside from being darkly amused by the bit in the first thread on the topic having as one of its topics "a sure sign of compatibility with fandom is wibbling about whether or not one really belongs there".

I think, though, in the lack of a directly fandom-related icon, I will use the one based on papersky's "Which Village Are You" (possibly Kentish on the village, it was something more specific and I'm forgetting the details) game of years ago, which at least feels to me like it possesses the correct nature.