Fandom Exploited
He was an artist; I was a fan. Then, he wanted to have sex with me. A reflection 14 years later.
I thought long and hard about publishing this story. Not because it is particularly painful or difficult to tell. But maybe because there lingers this notion of insignificance, a feeling that this specific story is not relevant enough to contribute to the discussion of the artist-fan relationship.
However, the more I reflected on what happened 14 years ago, the more I felt it was worth telling despite all my doubts.
It all started in 2010 when I attended a reading in Zurich by an author and musician. The artist, who shall remain anonymous, a man, was then 43 years old. And me, I was 19.
