God I'm still so fuckinf salty over Neil Gaiman being an absolute perverted fuckstick. But damn his short stories really informed my personality.

One of my favourites is called Changes, about a man who develops a pill that can just cure cancer. The side effect is it changes the person sex overnight. The short story explores how people start to use it recreationally, discrimination that arises from its use, and how society evolves over the inventors life to incorporate this new way of existing. It's so well written, and I think about it often.

There's so many of his short stories I adore. Why'd he have to go and be such a fucking freak?

I still won't throw them out though, they informed too much of my childhood and I'm too sentimental.