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Long ago in a province far away, long before internet publishing, I wrote my first short story independently, as a somewhat adult, not assigned by a teacher. It was about encountering a blind man in a co-ed sauna. I sent it to an early feminist fiction journal in Canada called Room of One's Own. and I waited. And waited. And waited. Eventually a letter arrived. It said similar stuff to the ones you posted "not right for us at this time", etc. But this rejection letter had one line that thrilled me: "Frankly," it said, "it gave us some pause." Since it was my first ever submission of a story, that line gave me some pause. I'll dig the story up and post it here under #shortstory.lil