Daniel Thompson's imagining of Lupita Nyong'o as Storm has been tearing up my timeline today.
oh shit wait I forgot to mention that I saw Janelle Monae live, she was just as magical as you would expect.
every now and then deluxvivens tweets something poc-in-sf-related that makes me think, like, this would be perfect for my tumblr, why don’t I post it on my tumblr…but I’ve been away so long. I didn’t even blog about Pacific Rim guise.
in some ways I feel I’ve abandoned a duty, because I wanted to make a scrapbook, a resource, about POC in sci-fi/fantasy. I still think it’s important. But jesus christ I am not going to fucking bother keeping up with SFWA shenanigans and the horrible gurgles of white male nerd culture dying a slow hard death. If someone wants to take over this blog…drop me a line, srsly.
but I also started this because I felt I had to compartmentalize my life, that it wasn’t “safe” to talk about race or acknowledge my ethnicity in my real life. It took a long time to come to terms with it; I felt I had to “choose” between ~identifying as white or as POC; and finally I find myself comfortable in the ambiguous space between, that people will read me as they read me, and I can’t control that but at least I am not going to equivocate about who I am or where I come from. I don’t fit into tidy narratives or binaries but that’s a problem with them not me. I no longer need a secret online space to vent because I speak up in my real life now. I can squee about POC-in-sf stuff on my main accounts and irl and I’m not shy or ashamed because it’s not something to be shy or ashamed about.
and I have moved from being an observer of politics to a doer. there is so much more to my city than rob ford. The stuff I do at the AMC I can also do in my own backyard so to speak — the margins of the city where deindustrialization has devastated local economies and entire ethnicities get criminalized by cops and reporters alike. at the very fucking least I can work slowly, gradually towards getting the bus to run more often. no idea how to fix public housing but that’s a life’s work. both involve dismantling the pernicious belief that cities should be profit-making enterprises first and places to live second.
so yeah, basically I have bigger things going on in my life than the Internet and when I have spare time I just want to look at pictures of people’s cats.
I popped in to write this because 1) i feel like I left people hanging and stuff, didn’t want to just disappear with no explanation, and 2) right now I just need to vent a bit about how so many ppl in my life (also, me) are seriously fucked-up people due to traumatic circumstances and our coping mechanisms are shitty and counterproductive and end up with us being dicks to each other. like jesus these days I’m usually so depressed I have a hard time being conscious and feeding the cat and doing the bare minimum of work, I can no longer work around people’s self-destructive habits or phobias or suicidality or debilitating PTSD or existential ennui. so I end up detaching and drifting away or, if that’s not possible, bottling up frustration till I snap. I’m sure there’s people who feel the same way about me. we hurt each other so badly and it’s not enough to say “disability!”, like yeah, okay, that’s why, but where do we go from here??
giving a fuck is like donating an organ. everyone deserves to have a fuck given about them when they need it, but you can’t point at someone and order them to give a fuck about a specific person, even if the need is dire, because hey, bodily autonomy. that metaphor got away from me. whatever.
anyway I’m still gonna check my asks every now and then so, you know, if you want to be the next wildunicornherd or if you have questions about toronto politics or if you want to call me a sellout because I have become a goddamn reformer or if you have complicated mixie feels or if there is an up-and-coming WOC creator in sf/fantasy/etc. to keep an eye on, *makes “call me” sign*
As a show of support, former NASA engineer Homer Hickam awarded Kiera a scholarship to attend the United States Advanced Space Academy (ASA), a branch of the famous Space Camp in Huntsville, Alabama!
I LOVE WHEN THIS SHIT HAS A HAPPY ENDING
The 16-year-old high school student who was arrested after causing a small explosion on school grounds will not be charged with a crime.GOOD.
They went after her because they thought no one had her back.
That’s the problem. They go after Black children like this every damn day.
I just updated my webpage, which was 2+ years out of date, and that included updating the list of stuff I have available online for free. So y’know, link for if you’re bored and want something to read :)
A couple of them by categories people following me might like -
Genderfluid fairy tale -
Poetry on illness -
Complicated-feels poems about myself & mother (Also, illness, because that’s sort of central to everything for me) -
damn, and i thought rizzoli & isles had lesbian subtext