Absolutely.
This image perfectly describes the underground nature of being a comic collector in the UK when I started back in the 1970s.
Misunderstood, marginalised outcasts, gathering occasionally, coven-like, in small hotel exhibition rooms, religiously enthusing about the sacred pamphlets, the thrill of their acquisition, and our creator icons.
Then, it would be a return to school and the closet, to the predictability of being just another regular nerd, of understanding that disclosure of this alternative lifestyle would be sadistically mocked by your peer group.