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When I say I'm a cosplayer,that's a little bit of a lie. It's not like I cosplay a lot of characters or am into cosplaying in the abstract (I am, but in terms of looking at other people's costumes, not so much for me). Just sometimes a character in a fandom I'm in resonates with me and I cosplay it. So far, that's all of two. And they've both been male. That's not been intentional particularly, it just is what it is. But man, reading this makes me relieved I only seem to crossplay: A con costume contest goes wrong, in exactly the way you'd expect. via britgeekgrrl

Yesterday we saw Bright Star which was lovely, even if we were sitting in the front row in the worst movie theater for it ever and now I have a terrible headache that won't quit. Also, it was like ever goth kid I ever dated rolled into one movie: "I think with fondness only on you and the hour of my death."

Also: was super weird to hear songs I've danced to at balls and in classes plays by the band we used in the film (yay, Spare Parts).

Six current battles for equal marriage rights.

Letters in response to a recent New York Times series on teen runaways reminds us that an estimated 20 - 40% of these teens are LGBTQ.

While bigots on the Internet aren't anything new, bigots who somehow think homosexuals didn't exist 100 years ago... well, they probably aren't new either, but WTF!

So much of my understanding of my sexuality comes from history. And so many of the fights I've had about my sexuality have involved various academic battles to get permission to do papers on how modern queer culture references and revered and appropriates historical gay figures. It's a near and dear topic for me, so this punched all my angry making buttons.

ETA: oh, original comment now deleted, but, you'll get the jist from the responses.

I know several of you are comics artists. I have a friend with a comics project (he's a writer) that's been in development for years, but various artists have drifted in and out of the project. He's looking for someone new to collaborate with -- I'm not sure of the logistical and financial details of the situation now or in the future, but if you want me to put you in touch, drop me a line.

Time to get Interfictions 2. It's co-edited by deliasherman and features a number of LJ'ers including shadesong.

reannon links us to six reasons to watch the new V. Decent reasons, but honestly, I'm a little fucking sick of post-9/11 social commentary (most of it's done badly; BSG is an exception) and would have liked to keep the WWII allegory stuff. Sigh.

Last night, Patty and I discovered new editions of things like Wuthering Heights in B&N that are not only designed to look like the Twilight covers, but that actually say, "Bella and Edwards's favorite book!" on them. Well, if it makes people read something that's not utter crap I can't really argue. BUT WE WERE AFRAIDED.

Episode 2 of Girl Number 9 is tonight.

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Right after I read your post with the description of the costume contest, with its unbelievably infuriating sexism, I found Leonard Pitts's column in today's "Savannah Morning News." I couldn't find it online, so I snagged a bit to quote from the Seattle paper. Pitts is a widely syndicated columnist with the Miami Herald, who provided the perfect counterbalance to that asshat "judge." He wrote "An Open Letter to Black Women" about standards of beauty, but it's just neat to hear a man say this to women, even if he's not saying it to me.

"A million media images tell us beauty looks like Paris Hilton — and "only" that.

So go on, sister, do what you do. I ain't mad at'cha. But neither am I fooled by your chemicals and weaves.

I am your brother, your father, your husband and your son. I've seen you in church with big hats on, giving children the evil eye. And at the jail on visiting day, shoring up that wayward man. And at the bus stop in the rain on your way to work. And at the dining table with pen and paper, working miracles of money. When I was a baby, you nursed me, when we were children, I chased you through the house; when we were dating, I missed half the movie, stealing sugar from you. I saw you born; I took you to your prom; I glowed with pride when you went off to school. I have married you and buried you. I love your smile. A million times, you took my breath away.

You are the rock and salvation of our people, the faith that remains when all hope is gone. So if it's about the need to be beautiful, maybe it's time somebody told you:

You already are. You always were."