Fantasy Facttion.
And yes, anyone who needs a place to stay for Worldcon 2016 is welcome. If the kiddo is not here from August 17-21, we have a guest room (geek kid, with twin bed) and a HUGE basement with a bar, and we can accomodate several people -- a couch in the living room, several people in the finished basement (bring airbeds and/or we will beg them off friends, we will also probably have a couch in the basement by then) and a backyard for grilling/drinking/hanging out.
And -- ahem -- my birthday is August 23, so early bday shenanigans!
Oh, got it. I thought Facttion was a typo!
Congrats Strix! Looking forward to reading your reviews.
(Also looking forward to prompts on Monday.)
I like it. I'll throw something up soon. ish. Have to let it stew.
I was OK with the color pink until the last semester of high school. Then I discovered The Cure and The Smiths and Sisters of Mercy, and dyed my hair red, and also discovered -- or rather, let free -- my inner sarcastic bitch. Since I was bullied for being a geek for years, I associated pink with the weak kind of femininity, and that I decided, was not the woman I wanted to be.
Years passed. I have my flaws, my weaknesses, as does everyone, but I became known as a strong woman, a touch chick. A guy I had a crush on called me a "gladiator" -- he meant to be flattering, but since I had a crush, I was taken aback.
My nickname, among my close friends, is "Captain," because I am a take-no-shit, take-charge woman. I'm forty-two years old now. I AM a strong woman. But I have made my peace with pink. It doesn't lessen my strength or turn me into a stock-character fainting damsel in distress. I look GOOD in pink.
And for my forty-third birthday, I am going to get my fifth tattoo: "Captain."
In pink ink.
Hah. I thinks that's a feeling most women can empathize with, there. I started wearing jewel tones and other dark colors when I realized how restricting pink and other pastels felt. Especially since the pinks you could find back in the 70s all tended to be baby pinks, not bright pinks or darker rose pinks which flatter my complexion.
Shopping for baby clothes when your own girl is on the way is an eye-opening experience. It’s not just about the pink. Although, you’ll see pink in every shade. You know those onesies are for a baby years away from being able to reading, but you have to ask yourself about the messages they’re sending out. The blue onesie says “future lawyer”; the pink onesie says “future trophy wife”. The blue onesie says “future heartbreaker”; the pink onesie says “I’m not allowed to date, ever.” There is no blue companion to the pink onesie that says, “I hate my thighs”.
