When you write things that the people in charge don’t like, you’re always wobbling on an unsteady tight-rope.
You’re not invited to the best parties. The people who move and shake won’t have you around. Good riddance, I say. It’s all fake smiles and fake niceness and awkwardness when you hang around the narrative-friendly crowd.
The margins are where the interesting people hang out, away from the cocktail parties and NGOs.