The idea that anyone owes you any particular confidence or secret or aspect of their inner lives is pretty toxic. Victor Gijsbers has this comment on a past post of mine: Our entire approach to art nowadays is perhaps based around this fundamental cruelty: that we ask the creators of art to be as personal and sincere as they can be, but then as an audience reserve the right to interpret the result not as an act of person-to-person communication, but as a work, as part of an oeuvre that we can judge as an object and use as we like. While I don’t go so far as to say that art should not be autobiographical or self-revealing, I think it only makes sense to respect the creator’s choice when it isn’t.