Monday, August 15, 2016

Nine Worlds Part IV: Revelations





My yearly pilgrimage to Nine Worlds always seems to come with some manner of personal awakening or development that I’m afraid by 2020 I might possibly have turned into an all-consuming phoenix and absorbed all of humanity in a nirvana-hive of eternal contentment like the climax to an anime that you probably never heard of according to that one friend who always seems to have seen more shit than you. It was a good time.

2016 promised to be my most involved Nine Worlds Geekfest so far. Not only was I going to aid the lovely Andrew Clarke and Kat Iwinski with a live commentary for a mystery movie* on the Friday eve, Saturday afternoon would feature a panel on Kaiju Kavalcade along with my dearest friend Travis Kirkland, whom followers of this blog know well as my counterpart on the years-long running feature about Japanese monsters, and the two subsequent books that followed from it.
But alas! Tragedy struck, and my beloved partner Ella tore a ligament in her right ankle. Now we would certainly be more involved than ever with Nine Worlds, as this would be the first time we’d make use of their Accessibility features. It would be an understatement to say that 9W’s organization fully came through, as we had no problem at any point during the whole weekend to find appropriate seating or navigate the convention space. In fact, door to door from our humble abode in Mechelen, Belgium to the hotel in Hammersmith, everyone from British Airways to Novotel treated us like royalty. Kudos to all involved!

Thursday evening was pretty chill, as we forewent the ice breaker Pub Quiz at 8 (especially since it started at the same time as registrations, which was a bit of a head-scratcher) and just got our things in order and helped Andrew set up the screening room with the proper amount of beanbags and chairs. The midnight movie (DRACULA AD 1972) was one I’d already seen, but one I figured would be a funky good time to revisit and not really feel bad to fall asleep to. Which I (and quite a few others) did on some comfy beanbags!

Friday was a big day, as I got to meet my esteemed co-author for the first time. Not unlike Anakin Skywalker meeting General Grievous, I found him… shorter than I was expecting… but very much like General Grievous he turned out to be a hilarious and fun-filled addition to the saga of my life! Together, we attended panels on**:

Friday
  • The Art of Opening Titles: An informative, well-documented talk with a hilarious takedown of the Bond opening credits. COCK! BOOBS!
  • Religion in Horror: An animated look at different portrayals of religious themes in popular horror films from THE WICKER MAN to HELLRAISER.
  •  Philosophy in Dragon Age: A highly satisfying panel, since my side-eye at BioWare at their cowardly portrayal of the Qun as evil was fully justified here. I did have to hide some giggles at the whole room wailing with desperate feelz at Alistair. Let that motherfucker go, he’s an uncooperative asshole!
  • Family Friendly Horror: Unfortunately the content, while decent, felt a bit rattled off from a prepared text on a tablet. The presenter hardly ever took her eyes off it!
  • The Gaming Lounge: for the first time in my four 9W attendances, I actually went to do some gaming. In HOT ANTICIPATION of the next panel, Travis and I did some tabletop gaming and quite enjoyed ourselves with Patchwork, a sort of quilt-making themed Tetris multiplayer strategy game. Thanks to Alex and… Hannah(? Sorry if that’s not your name!) for explaining the rules to us!
  • Consensual Incest Fanfic: a novelty choice for the sheer fucking balls the con had in putting that one on. It was the first time, and it was noticeable. The atmosphere had a lot of justifications and defenses going on, despite the disclaimers there was to be no kink-shaming. Nonetheless, there were some interesting tidbits of trivia and insight to be mined from it. Did you know that in Britain you apparently have to explicitly state you are not blood relatives at your wedding ceremony? How weird is that! Still, the crowd seemed quite game, and I’m sure this’ll be a cracking panel next year now that the nervousness has been worked out. And lest you judge: this room was almost fully female, trans or non-binary!
  • Hell yeah ANACONDA



Saturday

  •       The Colonisation of Historical Space: a damned fascinating talk by classics professor Nick Lowe about a fannish look at history perhaps being a welcomed one, and how historical fiction based on research findings actually helps create an image of the past that the dry data cannot. Ella had gone off to see an academic lecture on the representation of monsters in classical art. These two lectures combined led to a very interesting discussion in the hotel courtyard on the ungraspable qualities of true recorded history, and the way historiography will always be colored by the writers, so why not make art out of it?
  •       Non-binary Representation in Myth: another great talk by academic Olivia Huntingdon-Stuart about enby figures in mythology, with a focus on Athena; meanwhile, Taylor Driggers made me highly interested in the works of Ursula LeGuin.
  •         The Duke Mitchell Film Club was AMAZING like every year. We attended all their sessions and will probably continue to do so as long as they’ll keep attending. Check out one of the hilarious trailers at the bottom of this post.
  •       Kaiju Kavalcade: An amazing experience where Travis showed himself to be a true showman and amazing performer. The crowd was really into it, the adults and kids alike, and a good amount of laughs was had from the drawing contest (won by a kaiju named UNCLE STEVEN by a little five year old named Vivienne cosplaying as Rey) to the mad libz style enactment of a GODZILLA VS. GAMERA movie (with UNCLE STEVEN as the villain). A real winner of a session that ended in a big dance party with the kids, huzzah!

Sunday

Being dead fucking tired we didn’t do all that much, but we did go see:

  •             The Limitations of a Strong Female Character: A panel about the pitfalls of “strong” vs. strong female characters. Some good ideas overall, but interesting to note that one of the panelists acknowledged Anita Sarkeesian’s viewpoint that “FURY ROAD isn’t as perfect as we think…” because its strong female characters’ strength was derived from them absorbing male traits, aka they were fighting. While it is true that the feminine is devalued in our society, it was an interesting contrast to the talk by Huntingdon-Stuart who enthusiastically told all about Athena taking on male and female aspects. I’m much more down with this viewpoint that basically goes “screw the binary” than one that goes “no fighting ever!” And I’m a pacifist! I abhor violence!
  •         Problematic Faves (but mostly Whedon): A nice little critical discussion where defensive fannishness never took over.

After some final drinks at the bar with Andrew and Travis, Ella and I were ready to go, but not before Travis gave me a final parting gift which touched my very soul:



Thank you Travis! I hope you found the blue NOTTING HILL door your mom wanted a picture of (or one that looked sufficiently like it that didn’t make you walk thirty minutes)!


I’d like to close off this year’s CON REPORT with a fairly momentous personal realization as well. For years now, I had been experiencing an uncertainty about myself I couldn’t quite place my finger on. A month or so ago I fully realized that I don’t identify as a cisgender male. I had been experimenting with female presentation in the privacy of my own home, but knowing Nine Worlds, I knew it would be the perfect safe space to be my more girly self in public. Donning some converse, black skinny jeans, a cream sleeveless top, eyeliner, mascara and a (dare I say so myself) fairly cute black and pink bob wig, I presented female in public for the first time ever.

I got compliments! This made me really happy!

I heard from several panelists on several different topics that their whole perspective had been changed during previous iterations of Nine Worlds, and this really touched Ella and I. So we weren’t the only ones!

This year, it changed my life even more than I ever thought it possible.

Thank you, Nine Worlds, you magnificent con, you.




*It was ANACONDA, and the audience certainly wanted some. My favorite crowd-sourced laugh of the screening was the following exchange:
“Oh haha, I thought that read “problematic designer”.”
“Like they had a guy that went around on set just saying the n-word all the time.”
“Well yeah… Ice Cube.”


**Before Travis arrived, I attended “How to Nail Self-Publishing,” to inform him of the myriad ways we could expand our empire. When I learned the three authors doing the talk pumped about €800 in each book they released, I nodded in a polite fashion and did not mention the session to Travis at all.

Microfiction Contest Entry: The Consumptive Heroine

This is my entry for a microfiction contest I was made aware of at this year's Nine Worlds Geekfest. My yearly write-up of that event is delayed a bit, as the deadline for this contest is midnight 8/15.

The topic is "Transcending Tropes", and the trope I'm transcending here is that old 19th century chestnut of the consumptive heroine, in which a beautiful white girl suffers from an undisclosed wasting disease that just makes her even whiter and more beautiful and ready to dispense comforting authority-affirming wisdom beyond her years in the face of death.

While I am not exactly in the habit of doing writing in response to tropes, my cold calculatin' exposure seekin' heart won out in this instance. ENJOY these quickly rattled off 300 words!



The limpid morning sun hit her face just so that Sir Cecil Maitland thought he could discern in it no less than the whole of the beauty and wisdom of the angelic host singing the praises of the heavenly Father. Her pallid features and delicate hands wrought within him conflicting emotions. All his masculinity was urging him to kiss her right there, in the solar where she was spending her last remaining days surrounded by her favourite books and childhood toys. It was his paternal instinct that won out, however, as he merely stroked her hands and soothed her suffering with gentle words of devotion.

“Oh Anna… to give you the wedding you deserve! I do not have the means to do so, but I would call myself your husband before you are taken fr—“

Anna weakly raised an alabaster hand to Cecil’s cheek. She turned away her golden-haired head briefly, allowing her cough to dissipate harmlessly in the direction of the window. They both noticed the droplet of blood that stained the chaise Anna was lying in with a scarlet memento of the remainder of their time together.

“Speak no more, dear Cecil. What days we have on this Earth are exactly as many as God allows. If I spent them serving Him, then that is all I need to die happily. Only…”

“What, my love, what?”

“I know it is not proper… but we have so little time indeed...”

“Yes, darling...”

Cecil bent over closer to embrace his Anna. Anna opened her lower mandibles.

Half an hour later, the housekeeper opened the door to the blood-drenched solar.

“Will you be needin’ anything else, Miss?”

Anna, leaning on her formerly ivory palms, burped.


“More suitors, Margaret. Fucking consumption got me consumin.”