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Jul. 20th, 2009 11:52 amClose Quarters was wonderful. I'm still vibrating with wonderfulness, and meeting so many awesome people in person (especially two of my favorite authors of all time). I did feel like the wide-eyed ingenue the entire con, as the only one really new to Pros fandom and the youngest person there. It's a 30-year-old fandom, so I should not have been surprised, but all the fans I've met before were younger than me... in younger fandoms. It's also a zine-based fandom, which means I was running up against the limits of what was online, so I bought a dozen-plus zines, and then yesterday a wonderful fan gifted me with another dozen or so more that she was getting rid of. So my zine collection has expanded from a large shoebox collection to a largish cardboard box, and is no longer hide-able. Which means I'm going to have to explain slash to Sir Now Appearing when I move in with him next month.
I've talked to him before about how male and female fans interact differently with source material and other fans, and I tried to explain slash to him once, but we were rather drunk and it was raining and he had been a little distracted all night -- later I found out that his then-girlfriend had told him earlier in the day that she was pregnant (which she wasn't, it later turned out). So... yeah. Now I have Bodie & Doyle swag, and pictures, and too many zines to hide, it's time to explain what this is all about.
I swear, coming out as bi was not half so intimidating.
In other Sir Now Appearing-news, I finally told my roommates today that I'm moving out. Which: yay. I had been nervous about that. I've moved about half my books over to Sir NA's place already, and maybe 25% of my altar (which has expanded exponentially since I'm now following 2.5 spiritual paths instead of 1.25, and I need to build an extra part onto it). In the process of moving stuff over, I realized that no, he really does clean up usually before I come over, because I got a good look at the place when he wasn't prepared for me, and dear Jesus. I had no idea it was that bad. Last week I spent a few hours scrubbing frozen blood out of his freezer, and I couldn't bring myself to tackle the fridge yet. Living with teenagers didn't help, and on top of that he's got what Garrison Keillor calls Norwegian Bachelor-Farmer Syndrome. I knew I'd be doing most of the cleaning -- I don't hold with trying to change people who don't want to change -- but I'm glad I know up-front just how bad it's going to be. Still, one of the reasons I love him is that he noticed (eventually) my trepidation and we talked about it, and he basically said that he'd clean as long as I told him what to clean, it's just that he doesn't notice when things get gross. We're starting on painting the kitchen tonight, then the rest of the downstairs, and up the stairs and I'm insisting on painting the door to his room because I swear it hasn't been done in 20 years. He's putting in new flooring in the kitchen and bathroom, and I'm going to learn to how to do something with the grout, as it really needs work. And then when that's all done (if it's ever all done!) we'll have a housewarming. To which all and sundry will be invited. I might even be eating real food by that time!
I've talked to him before about how male and female fans interact differently with source material and other fans, and I tried to explain slash to him once, but we were rather drunk and it was raining and he had been a little distracted all night -- later I found out that his then-girlfriend had told him earlier in the day that she was pregnant (which she wasn't, it later turned out). So... yeah. Now I have Bodie & Doyle swag, and pictures, and too many zines to hide, it's time to explain what this is all about.
I swear, coming out as bi was not half so intimidating.
In other Sir Now Appearing-news, I finally told my roommates today that I'm moving out. Which: yay. I had been nervous about that. I've moved about half my books over to Sir NA's place already, and maybe 25% of my altar (which has expanded exponentially since I'm now following 2.5 spiritual paths instead of 1.25, and I need to build an extra part onto it). In the process of moving stuff over, I realized that no, he really does clean up usually before I come over, because I got a good look at the place when he wasn't prepared for me, and dear Jesus. I had no idea it was that bad. Last week I spent a few hours scrubbing frozen blood out of his freezer, and I couldn't bring myself to tackle the fridge yet. Living with teenagers didn't help, and on top of that he's got what Garrison Keillor calls Norwegian Bachelor-Farmer Syndrome. I knew I'd be doing most of the cleaning -- I don't hold with trying to change people who don't want to change -- but I'm glad I know up-front just how bad it's going to be. Still, one of the reasons I love him is that he noticed (eventually) my trepidation and we talked about it, and he basically said that he'd clean as long as I told him what to clean, it's just that he doesn't notice when things get gross. We're starting on painting the kitchen tonight, then the rest of the downstairs, and up the stairs and I'm insisting on painting the door to his room because I swear it hasn't been done in 20 years. He's putting in new flooring in the kitchen and bathroom, and I'm going to learn to how to do something with the grout, as it really needs work. And then when that's all done (if it's ever all done!) we'll have a housewarming. To which all and sundry will be invited. I might even be eating real food by that time!