From Obvious Winner - the X-Wing bed (with TV!)
Yeah…just ALL sorts of envy.
This kid has the best, and geekiest, parents ever.
Sobering article by the wonderful Chaka Cumberbatch about the shit cosplayers of color have to put up with just for showing their love for their favorite characters.
None of this will come as a surprise to most Tumblrs, probably. But goddammit, it is INFURIATING.
This is not acceptable, guys. If you see these kinds of comments, you RAISE YOUR VOICE. Don’t just sit by and let your fellow geeks get treated like this by unhappy cave people.
No one appointed these gatekeepers with the task of telling people they aren’t welcome. Their authority in this starts and ends with themselves and that’s it. It wouldn’t be such a bad thing if the next time they start this shit, the often-silent majority stepped up to let them know that THEY are the intruders.
If Chaka isn’t welcome in fandom, then I’m not welcome in fandom. And I have no intention of going anywhere. Please do me a favor, read the article and spread the word about it. It’s important.
Chaka, you are an AMAZING cosplayer. Thank you for sharing your art with us!
ALL of this.
In an example of things from Oberlin grads that I enjoyed more than season one of Girls: Patrick Willems’ trailer for his Fake Geek Girl meme horror/noir movie.
Granted, the creator of this vid lives across the street from me, and the detective is wearing my clothing. So maybe I’m biased. Who knows.
Oh wow! This is spot on, and the comment about wanting to read Aquaman comics had me laughing my butt off.
gettin real fuckin tired of “feminist” critiques of shit that only include WOC as tokens when harassment of us plays into a white-focused narrative
and critiques that refuse to examine how specifically racialized that harassment we experience is or even downplay or don’t give it equal time
I am Black. I am a woman. I am disabled. These things are not all that I am, but they are a part of me that dictates how I will be treated in this world. These aspects of me sometimes make my life harder, or rather, the way some people respond to them does.
I have always been Black, and I have always been female. I became permanently disabled when I was 15. I struggled to accept it. I tried to make it fit into the life I already had, and thought it was impossible. I was told I had to change. I hated it.
But I began to accept that this is who I am. I am not less than what I was. I have to work harder than others, and I am often in a great deal of pain, though I usually do not speak of it. I can still do many of the things that I used to. And there are some things that I cannot. I have good days, when the pain is manageable. I have bad days when I am having a flare up and cannot go without mobility aids. And I have really bad days where I can’t walk, can’t sew, and don’t even want to speak to anyone.
I have been so fortunate to be able to attend as many conventions as I do, with friends that support me along the way. I use my mobility aids when I need to. Sometimes I work a staff into a cosplay. For characters that wouldn’t have one, often times my cane is just out of frame in a cosplay photo. Out of sight, but never out of mind.
I often think about what my life will be like, if and when I eventually lose most of my mobility. I have a list of costumes that are optimized if done by someone who is in a wheelchair or motorized scooter. I add to it occasionally. I can’t say I’m looking forward to that day, but I can say that I will be firmly stating even louder than ever, that being disabled does not take away who you are.
Gorgeous and amazing. Proof you can still be awesome and use a cane!
Have I reblogged this before? Yes! But one can NEVER reblog such awesomeness enough!
Yesterday, a girl who was about eight or nine came in with her aunt to look at building kits. (I work in a store that sells nothing but a very popular kind of brick based building toy, but I bet you can figure out which one without me saying it.)
We’re supposed to go around and help out customers with finding something that they think would be appropriate for themselves or someone else. I found this pair in the Superheroes section, the aunt looking a little stressed.
From what she told me, the girl had her heart set on a Hulk building kit. It wasn’t that the set was very expensive, or that it wasn’t age appropriate, but what had her worried was the fact that it had The Hulk. “It’s a boy toy,” the adult told me, looking down at her niece. “Can you PLEASE show her some girl sets?”
But the little girl just kind of turned away and shook her head, saying “No, I want THIS one. See? It’s the Hulk!” And the aunt at this point actually leaves me with the girl while she goes and grabs one of the kits marketed towards girls. She next tried to show how it had a horse farm with horses and the girls would ride them. I’d like to point out that this is a more expensive kit a couple times more than the super hero one.
But again, the little girl wasn’t interested and just smiled down at the box she had in her hands. Finally, I asked her “Sweetie, why don’t you tell us why you like the Hulk so much?”
And her face just LIT up as she told me all about how she liked the fact that he was green (her favorite color), and could go around smashing stuff. Also that he was really strong and protected people. He was a hero, even if he was a monster. Furthermore, her father liked the Hulk as well, and they’d often play being pretend “Big and little hulk” and run around the backyard pretending to smash stuff. It was sort of touching how she next described how her dad would set up soft piles of things for them to smash into while they saved people.
And then she looks up at her aunt and says “But I don’t get to see daddy a lot. He lives in another state.” The aunt was kinda stunned at this point, and just handed me the “girl kit” before taking her niece up to the counter for checkout without another argument. The little girl got to take home her hero and build him, and be reminded of fun times with her father.
We have a lot of little girls who come into the store who express interest in the toys that many assume are just for boys. I try to ask questions about why they like that kit so much, because most of the time, they’re VERY happy to tell you. I wish more parents would keep an open mind and discussion before simply dividing toys up into genders.
You are an exemplary human being.
Good lord, what a touching, awesome story…! I’m crying here, I really am.