We share so many thoughts and memories in messages and on social media. All of that can go away in a snap. Get an external hard drive; big one, a flash drive, any. Make sure you have your own copies of your photos, your videos, your love letters, your art. You are precious, your story is precious.

On reading this, it occurs to me that Gaiman could have had an endless supply of WILLING partners for whatever his heart desired, no matter how depraved.

Which means what he really desired was UNWILLING partners.

Which means Neil Gaiman is a rapist.

Period.