bITS 'N CHUNKS
Well shipmates, rather unexpectedly I have a brand new piece of unblemished fiction for you this year!
It's been quite a long time since I've entered the 36th Chamber of fiction publication, as I've bemoaned a few times in the past whilst I try to get my act together. Things are coming along pretty well but there are some things that just never change.
Submitted here for your approval is an anthology submission from last year that ultimately got the axe for length; I don't have any further plans for it as it stands so I'm passing on the savings to you. It's fanfiction so it's a little bit of a cheat in that regard Yes, I have an AO3 account but I'm kind of hiding from that right now. And as a fanfic it automatically warrants a NSFW warning.
Well after yet another dark menhera post, let's talk some con stories!
As I'm pretty sure I mentioned, I'm still a bit of a baby at cons and I haven't truly cosplayed in a minute. My first true convention flying solo was Anime Weekend Atlanta right before it got to DragonCon proportions. I'd like to go back if I ever make that serious of an investment but for now I'm enjoying local cons. The only thing I'm looking forward to at this point is branching out beyond anime/game geekery and more into film and literature, specifically horror.
Anyway, let's get into some of my favorite stories from my young convention life.
I was in the middle of writing this entry when I saw, by chance, this article on Bitch by April Lavalle on WWE, sexism, and the Attitude Era. I'm not going to offer any commentary on that particular article for a few reasons:
As you might guess, we're gathered here today to talk once again about wrestling despite my assertions each and every time I discuss wrestling, that I do not discuss wrestling on a regular basis... my 'wrestling' tag is begging to differ.
But you all know I like writing, I like local events, and I like wrestling. So let's do all three. Something near and dear to my heart, women's professional wrestling. Women in pro wrestling have numerous obstacles to face. The most evident one is inherent sexism in the sports and entertainment industries. They are but a microcosm of the world at large. And the real world still bleeds in if you read any comment thread that breathes the words “intergender” and “wrestling”. Is wrestling somehow more sexist & misogynist than anything else in the world? Probably not. It's noticeable, however, when you're putting a product out there intended for multiple demographics. Now again, we can talk about what the actual (maybe even stereotypical) demographic for professional wrestling is and you can guess, but the intended demographic is a little bit of everyone, including kids.
The other obstacle to women in professional wrestling is the one I'm about to direct you to right now: the lack of places to work. Well?
Since we deal in a lot of nostalgia here, I must say that I have loved AMVs since childhood.
Growing up, it was a real treat to even get to see a really well-made AMV or anime music video. You knew a lot of time and effort had gone into making them high quality and often I had to wait for my risky download to finish to watch a 3 minute clip.
Some of them even got broadcast on TV, which was so cool. Due to a lot of legal reasons, much like fanfiction, AMVs were and still are quite underground. Curiously, they don't get spread quite as much as fanfiction which makes me wonder if they're losing popularity? Or maybe it's just not worth it to anger the copyright gods for a really cool set of clips.
My old Youtube playlist of liked videos feels like a time capsule. There's so many AMVs from like ten years ago and most of them pre-date YouTube. Especially the AMV Hell compilations.
And like my love of songfics, I love AMVs so much because they thematically link an anime (or western cartoon if you're so inclined) to a song to capture a moment in the show, a feeling, to make something funny, or give fight scenes a really boss soundtrack.
Labels and the general culture of us vs poseurs taught me not to trust anyone that gives themselves an actual category. I know, that's stupid but it was a big thing back in The Day™.
Why? Because labels put you in a box and meant you were a puppet. If you voluntarily called yourself glam metal then we already knew what you were all about and there was no room for anything else. That's why to this day a lot of older goths still hiss at the "goth" label, because of what it is and what it has become. When you get tired of explaining things to people, it's easier to distance yourself.
The only people that I know of that lean head first into categorization is metal heads and punks and even that is not always a given. You can find generic headbangers anyway and most of them will definitely let you know, but there's a lot of us that hate subcategories for example. Punks are…well, punks. A lot of us don't care either.
Now, depending on how old you are you probably had to re-read that last part. Did you just refer to "us" as both punks and metalheads? Yes, there was a time when those two categories mixed like cesium and water. Labels suddenly matter a lot when you need to know what club to go to so you don't get your ass kicked.
That being said, with that kind of history it's weird to think at some point punks and metalheads would meet, agree, shake hands, and not murder each other. But it happens all the time. Goths and rockabilly stray cats met up for gothabilly or psychobilly and that's kind of weird. Apparently the meeting of minds of metal and hardcore punk was crossover.
Ia! If you've come this far, you're either looking for weird or you know you've found it...