lydamorehouse: (crazy eyed Renji)

The title of this blog comes from the fact that for the longest time the Gaylaxicon programming page had the notes that I sent in for some panel proposals. On several of them, I simply wrote, "Lyda would prefer not to do this alone." It was very disconcerting to see that exact phrasing on the website. I was relieved when the program guide said "Lyda Morehouse and others," but it turned out that I was still required to do my own recruiting.

I did manage to find two victims recruits for the Yaoi/Yuri panel, though I'm not sure that made it any more coherent. I either need to stop offering to do this panel or be slightly more prepared. Several years ago, at a Marscon, when manwha and manhua were the hot new things, made a power point presentation. I had some hope that Gaylaxicon might be able to rustle up a video connection for my Mac so that, if I couldn't find other panelists, I could at least scroll through my manga review website: mangakast.wordpress.com. But, again, this is probably something that a person should discuss with programming IN ADVANCE, rather than the night of, so I wasn't really, truly expecting any joy. It was a long shot gamble, but I figured I'd ask anyway. Of course, Anton gave me his best "are you f*cking kidding me?" eyebrow arc, and then slow drawled, "We are a small con." So, yeah, no luck on that. But, he did, at least, rustle me up a second fellow panelist, so I mean, really, that was a equal to or possibly better than solution.

I had driven in on Friday night with Naomi, so we had a discussion about our various panels and I started to wonder if the same professions are considered 'hot' in Japan the way they are in the West. Naomi and I made a list of the sorts of professions that classically show up in porn. Plumbers, firefighters, cops. I was surprisingly unable to find any yaoi featuring plumbers. (I am, in fact, truly surprised. I have read yaoi featuring DENTISTS, after all, and janitors.) I am currently reading the ones I found about firemen. Maybe again, not surprisingly, the first title I found was bara (which, for the uninitiated are the manga that have beefcake, bear men, as opposed to the more common "bishie" boys.) There are a ton about police officers, but I thought I would try to hunt up a few more handyman types first, however.

Anyway, I got in decently early on Saturday. I slid into the last half of the interview with [personal profile] yhlee and I kind of got a HUUUGGGEEE boy crush on him, so I went to the dealers' room to buy as many books of his as I could carry. I feel kind of dumb because I had his first novel Ninefox Gambit in my possession when it was up for all the various awards, but somehow it went back to the library unread. I will now rectify that problem.

Then, I had the "We are all 1/2,000,000th of a Hugo Winner Now" which was about fan writing, not the recent Hugo/AO3 kerfuffle. I'm not sure any great thoughts were thunk on this panel, but the panelist were [personal profile] naomikritzer , [personal profile] pegkerr , myself, and Ellen Kuhfeld. The usual discussion about what fan fic is, who writes it, and what is awesome about it was had. I did break down at the end because someone asked about the horrible trope of the "time skip that ends with marriage and kids" (famous example being Harry Potter, but also, unfortunately for me, also Bleach, for which I have a LOT OF FEELS.) Then, after that, because I talked about the fact that I feel that so many of those are the creator(s) intentionally spraying NO HOMO on main characters who have been queer shipped by fandom, someone else tangentially brought up Avengers: End Game and the whole breaking of Stucky and I kind of had a small rant (and made two new friends! Hooray!)

After that, I stayed around to I listened to both "The Babadook is a Gay Icon and I'm Dating Mothman" as well as "Queering Fairy Tales." Both were very good panels and I was glad, especially, to have gotten to hear Michael Dahl, who I can't believe is local, because why have we not had him at Convergence or any of the other local cons???

I had a lot of time to kill before my last two panels of the day and I was EXHAUSTED, so, thankfully some friends of ours had a room at the hotel so we hung out with them and their two dogs for a long time chatting and semi-napping on their hotel kingsized bed. We went down to watch the recording of the Queens of Adventure Podcast. This was the definition of a HOOT.

three gorgeous drag queens posing at the end of the show
Picture: Three gorgeous drag queens, an elf queen, a barbarian queen, and a wizard queen.

Then, I kept myself awake with sheer willpower until 10:45 PM when I had the panel "Writing Straight Sex and Romance When You Are SUPER Gay." Again, "Lyda would prefer not to do this alone," so I recruited one of the friends I was hanging out with [personal profile] haddayr and Naomi again. This was fun, probably because Anton came in at one point before we started and asked if we needed anything. I looked him dead in the eye and said, "OH MY GOD, ESPRESSO." Of course, no coffee shop was open at that hour, but Anton prides himself in getting the miracles done, so just as we were starting introductions in walks Anton with a cup full of five shots of espresso. I intermittently took TINY sips of that interspersed with water. And, suddenly, I was the loudest, most obnoxious person in the room. (I do feel bad about this, but this is a thing that happens to me. I call it my con persona. It's a bit of Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde, if Hyde is just sort of loud and bawdy.) But, I mean, I told some good stories about my experiences writing straight romance as a gold star lesbian, including the infamous "remember the penis" story. it's not that naughty, but some people have heard it a zillion times )

So, despite the fact that I previously did not think I would be functioning at that hour, that was fun.

The slash reading, which I had honestly been dreading, went surprisingly well, as well. I actually managed to talk Naomi into staying and reading some of her AO3 work and some Good Omens fic, and that helped a lot. The problem in the past few years has been this: the first year we did this, when Kyell Gold was a co-guest of honor with me, it was amazing. I could barely speak, since I had never previously read any of my erotica out loud before in my LIFE and I was dying. But, it was funny kind of dying, and once things got read (including his AMAZING Wile E. Coyote/Road Runner smut) also weirdly HOT. Ever since then, I've been mostly on my own, which, I'm sorry to say, isn't as funny... part of it is that a solo act feels much more... well, masterbatory, if you know what I mean. BUT even with someone helping like Naomi, it was much better. She read a Goofus/Gallant piece she wrote that was fairly chaste, and, listening to it, I thought, this is good, but the audience is going to want something really, really, RREALLY smutty after this, so I dug through my Bleach soap opera and read the single smuttiest thing I have ever written in my life. For those in the know, it was the humbler scene. For those who don't know, here is the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/876685 (if you're serious about reading this and are not a longtime reader of my never-ending Byakuya/Renji soap opera, do what I did at the reading, which is just start after the second break, marked with a hashtag, and start reading with the negotiations.) 

Then today was the Chuck Tingle, Tingleverse RPG game. I think that one probably needs a blog journal all of its own because it was smutty enough that it might all need to be under the cut.
lydamorehouse: (Default)
 That'll be Tuesday.

Let's see, going back in time.... Thursday night was Wyrdmiths. A good meeting, actually, as always, but, for me, the best part was the stranger coming into the coffee shop wondering if anyone had a jack. Their tire had gone flat and they had a spare, but no jack. I told my compatriots at the table that if I _didn't_ have a jack my lesbian badge my get revoked. Sure enough, I had one!  Alas, it was missing all the parts (the crowbar we had was, apparently, not the original and didn't fit.)  I plan to go get a replacement tomorrow at Menards, but I was pretty darned pleased that I had the TOOLS!!!

Friday, my Canadian pen pal was scheduled to arrive... I thought at 1 pm? But, it turned out 10 am.  Unfortunately, when I got the text that her plan had landed I had already coaxed Eleanor and [personal profile] pegkerr out to the coffee shop. So, we had a VERY SHORT get together before I ran off to Brooklyn Park to pick up my Canadian and together we went off to the Walker.


big blue cock... the poultry variety! What did you think I meant???

The sun was out, but the wind was cold, so we wandered the sculpture garden a bit before heading inside to look at the exhibits. Shawn was having a crisis at work (an unfortunate regular part of her job now that she's a director, but also "Senators Try to Slash Historical Society's Budget Over a Sign,") and Mason, being an independent 15 year old, agreed to take the bus/train home so that I could spend extra time with my international visitor.  So, from the Walker, we wandered over the poetry bridge and into Loring Park. It was cold enough that we quickly zipped into the nearby Dunn Brothers and relaxed for awhile until Shawn texted. We picked her up, got caught up on all the work drama, and then went out to Dinkytown for hot pot, as a place I've been trying to get my family to go for ages, "Tasty Pot: A Taiwanese Restaurant." Unlike the usual hot pot, the bowls are pre-filled with food and it just sits and boils at your table. I had a curry hot pot, which was quite amazing. After a leisurely meal, we took a stroll around the University of Minnesota's campus.  There was some kind of "battle of the bands" that was set-up outside of Coffman Union, but we missed the show. Though we did get to hear the winners! Yay?

While I was out to eat on Friday, I thought I was missing my monthly gaming group, but luckily that was planned for Saturday. So, I sent a stupid "Aaaah! I'm not there" message only to have to write back, five seconds later, "Oh. Today is Friday. Nevermind."

Saturday, after dropping Mason off at his work (again he agreed to train home), I headed out to pick up Anna and take her to dim sum at Yangtze in St. Lous Park, which is the restaurant near the new Minicon hotel. SO. GOOD.  I need to note that I have never HAD dim sum before, anywhere, ever, so this was particularly wonderful for me. I am now going to try to convince my family that this is what I need from now on for my birthday meals and whatnot.

After delivering the leftovers back to Anna's hotel, we went off to another museum, Mia (Minneapolis Institute of Arts.) 

Peeling a banana... yeah, no, everything IS sexual....

We spent HOURS wandering around the third floor of the Mia, and I don't think we even saw half the things on that floor. I will say that i was surprised how BUSY the Mia is these days. Maybe they're always like this on a Saturday? But, it seemed like every gallery room was filled with people milling about, students hanging out chatting, and there was just a general air of activity--though not at all in a BAD way, at least not for _me._  Perhaps because it's free all the time now? I mean, if I lived closer, I might consider hanging out there on a regular basis. 

From the Mia, we went to a cat cafe... Cafe Meow on Hennipen.  

poster of a cat with glasses, yawning, with the words CAFFEINE overhead

Because of health codes, the cats actually have to be in a room completely separated from the food and drink.  We ordered our drinks and hung out until our reservation was called. Yeah, that's the other thing. You have to pay to go into the room with the cats, by the hour.  So, I left my house with three cats I can hang out with for free, to hang out in a room with cats who don't know me and who basically ignored me the whole time.  Whatever. It was still fun, because I was hanging out with my friend with cats that ignored me.

Pretty darned cute cats, though:

skeptical cat

Then, I rushed home for an excellent gaming session, which went until 11 pm. Many Borgs were blown up. My character ran like the chicken he is. All was good.

Sunday, I got up early and drove out with coffee from Claddaugh for Anna, and we hung out until she and her mom had to get on the shuttle bus to head to the airport, It was quite a lovely time. The only bummer was that my family and i had some miscommunication about lunch, and whether or not they should wait to eat, so I came home to some hangry folks who needed food ASAP. Alas, that interfered with my weekly video chat with my folks, but we did at least get to say hello/goodbye, so all was not lost.  

Mason then announced, "Fun fact: I agreed to go help R with some pre-Calc tonight, so we've been invited to dinner at the Randalls!" So, I quick made some M&M cookies and we spent the evening chatting with R's folks about politics, National Geographic, and a host of far ranging things. Her parents are currently fans of "Mayor Pete," and even went down to South Bend the day he announced his campaign. So, we heard about all that and chatted about the state of the world (grim) and the rest. Since Mason and R broke up, we haven't had much of a chance to spend time with her folks, whom we like tremendously, so we were very glad that Mason has figured out how to remain friends (something I'm not sure I have YET learned, though to be fair, I haven't had an "ex" in several decades, so maybe I'm better at it now? I'll never know.)

Today it is rainy and dark. My big plans are to get to the store so that we can have these new homemade fried chicken patties that I recently learned to make for dinner. They come with a spicy coleslaw topping and, weirdly, my family LOVES this addition, so I have to make sure I have the right cabbage, etc.  

Ugh! So VERY busy, but very fun. 

How was your weekend???
lydamorehouse: (ticked off Ichigo)
I volunteered this morning at Quatrefoil Library, like I do, from time to time.  As I was leaving, I ran into an older lesbian (the library shares its space with a 55+ queer-friendly and low-income housing) who saw me leaving the library and assumed I worked there. She wanted to know if the board position had been filed. I told her I thought it had, but they can always use more volunteers, so she should check with the staff when the library was open. I 'leaned in' a little to say that Q Library specifically needs more lesbians.  She leaned in deeper to say, "More *identified* lesbians."  I pulled back and give her the ?? stare.  She says, "Oh, I talked to some woman there not long ago and she was all, 'oh, I dunno, asexual, I guess?'"  I'm standing there with my mouth open because I'm thinking, "And?" and this woman thinks I'm aghast for a different reason and continues with, "I know, right? What did we fight for, eh? So these kids can be 'oh I don't know!'"  She's super affronted and horrified and kind of goes on in this manner for a while.  I just go, "Um." And make my excuses and leave, but in the car, I'm thinking about this exchange and I'm reminded, too, about some other older feminists in my life and conversations I've had with them and I WISH I had had the wherewithal to say, "Look, I'm sorry, but GLBTQIA+ is not some club *you* founded. It's an IDENTITY. You don't get to decide who is a member or not.  That's not how this works. That's not how any of this works. Ace and Questioning are absolutely part of the queer spectrum!"

But, I didn't.

I hate that. I also hate the assumption that because I'm (white and) older now, I'm down with whatever they-think-they're-still-the-radicals-but-they-actually-are-the-empitome-of-conservative agenda these other older, white women have.  The moment you say, "we fought for" in past tense, sisters, you're not radical.  Radical is walking in the now, present-tense--knowing what your twenty-something and under comrades are fighting for today and supporting THAT (or at LEAST shutting up and listening.)

I hate this especially now. We need -all- our allies, even the ones that don't fit into whatever image you have for queerness.  You'd think the older lesbians would remember that. You'd think they'd remember what it was like when we were all outsiders, all under attack.

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