Let me make this clear, then:
Write Something Else!
It doesn't affect me, because I'm a science fiction writer. Now, I can get back to writing what I want, instead of giving pedophiles hand-jobs behind the playground.
You're entitled to your opinion, but if you're trying to hide your butthurt, or your inability to process your grief, you're not fooling me. I doubt you're fooling anyone else, but yourself.
You lost, move on. Either learn to write something else, or go to Leslita, and take your Shelter with you.
You won't be missed.