Back from WisCon!
Gah, I miss everyone in the universe. That is all I have to say. More later.
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If at some point in the future you could be a jaw-dropping, heart-stopping daredevil, what kind would you be?
During your short but fame-filled years you would:
Although it’s painful to say, and more painful for others to hear, I don’t support the normalization of GLBT relationships in our culture. Marriage is only one aspect of that (albeit the one I tend to focus on these days). The Crossed Genres ad still felt like a gray area because you never know what’s going to show up in a spec fic magazine — and I could feel myself looking for rationalizations to avoid the coming s**tstorm — but ultimately I assumed the Crossed Genres issue would be supportive of GLBT relationships in our culture, and I rejected it.
All things being equal, I wouldn’t avoid a magazine just because it didn’t accept Christian advertising. Failing to support something isn’t the same thing as attacking it.
Still, I'd like to see this infestation metastasize if a wider set of influences become part of the symptoms. Recently I was listening to an audiobook of The Hound of The Baskervilles and was struck by how many scenes were inadvertently structured like the setup for a porn scene. The Asshound of The Baskervilles could be great fun, but it would need a sure hand. The same for The Telltale Heart With Don Knotts As The Wacky Nextdoor Neighbor or Hard Times And Hipsters.
I would totally buy, although maybe not finish reading:
The hostess of a party or dance would make a list of the girls who had been invited and put it on the cigar counter at a drugstore. The boys would go in and check the names of the girls they wanted to take to the event. No matter what you were invited to, whether it was a buffet supper or a picnic or anything, the boys would check the names. The boys were totally in control of the social system. If you didn't get checked, you didn't go, even if it was a private party. The hostess would make frantic efforts to try to make some boy bring you! We were in a state of absolute terror all the time because we were totally dependent on popularity with the boys.