Here’s the thing. There’s no such thing as an apolitical space. Fandoms may, yes, converge over the fact that [x person] is ZOMG TOTALLY HOT or [y show/book/manga/whatever] is THE MOST AWESOME THING EVER, but to claim that this therefore necessitates an entirely uncontested space is ridiculous.
Even leaving aside all that nasty, scary stuff about “isms” that is totally harshing your squee, the fact that fannish interaction utilises language- and primarily written language, at that- makes it an inherently unstable and inherently political space. You didn’t invent the words you use, and while you can do some interesting stuff with them you can’t ever escape the fact that they are ambiguous, malleable and heavy with other meanings. Your words are not your own, and they are subject to the interpretation of everyone who hears or reads them. Fannish language, like all language, is a network of shifting patterns of meaning and association.
You might think fanfiction or fanart, or even some .gif-laden Tumblr post, is purely an expression of how much you want those characters to fuck/kiss/stand next to each other and nothing more, but your choice to portray a relationship or a sexual act in a particular way, to always draw one character facing towards or away from the viewer (*cough*FMAfandom*cough*), to use particular words and referents in amongst the keysmashes*, is a political act.
You are contending, every day, on the field of language. Fandom is not neutral, it’s not some kind of refuge from the “real world” which is where actual politics take place; wherever human beings exist and communicate, there’s politics, and just because you don’t want to talk about it doesn’t make it go away.
Or in other words, if you don’t want to talk about race, stop talking.
*Keysmashes are technically also a form of language, as are animated .gifs (and oh, glob, I could wax lyrical about the politics of animated .gifs, but I won’t), as they convey hermeneutic if not explicit linguistic meaning, but let’s just ignore that for now.
wish I’d turn twenty already so people would stop writing off my unpleasantness as t33N 4nG5t and just realize ‘my what a sorry miserable human u r’
my mom asked me ‘are you cranky for a reason’ which was an obnoxious question and I was torn between ‘my existence’ and ‘your existence’ but somehow I didn’t think either would go over well
I remember one time in middle school we had to make up myths so I wrote a creation myth for the northern lights and there was this girl aurora borealis (daughter of goose borealis I don’t remember what his role was anymore or why his name was goose other than that he was kind of a doofus) and I don’t remember the rest but at the end she was walking along with a paint palette and she tripped and fell and froze to death and her breath and paint froze up in the sky it was a p good story also the moral is that I’m driving back to ice hell and this could happen to me