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So I keep saying every year that I will compile a list for the panel attendees. Well, this time I actually followed through. Obviously, this is a short list, but hopefully it will direct you to many more black women/non-binary creators of the ‘Verse!

Comics

Mikki Kendall – Swords of Sorrow

Roxanne Gay – World of Wakanda (Marvel)

Yona Harvey – Storm (Marvel)

Felicia Henderson – Teen Titans, Static Shock (DC)

Angela Robinson – The Web (DC)

Taneka Stotts – Beyond The Queer Sci-Fi and Fantasy Comic Anthology

Erika Alexander (yes, THE Maxine Shaw) – Concrete Park

Sources:

30 Black Comic Book Writers You Should Know – Book Riot, August 10, 2016

 

TV/Film

Ava DuVernay

Kasi Lemmons

Julie Dash

Salli Richardson Whitfield

Darnell Martin

Janelle Cook

Hanelle Cooper

Sources:

7 Black Female Directors Earning Incredible Hollywood Review – Mashable, January 13, 2015

16 Black Women Killing It Behind The Scenes Of Television – Buzzfeed, February 9, 2017

 

Literature

N.K. Jemisin

Nnedi Okorafor

Nisi Shawl

Nalo Hopkinson

Andrea Hairston

Chesya Burke – Check out her write-up on Black Women In Speculative Fiction!

Sheree R. Thomas

Tanavarie Due

Alaya Dawn Johnson – Check out her write-up for NPR’s Codeswitch!

Sources:

7 Black Women Science Fiction Writers Everyone Should Know – For Harriett, August 7, 2014

10 Sci-Fi Stories Created By Women Of Color – The Mary Sue, September 4, 2015

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I promised myself I was going to get better at promoting my work. However, what with being on vacation and shaking off the sting of the latest rejection (such is a writer’s life), I’ve been a little slack on that resolution.

With that being said, I am super excited to be back at C2E2 this year! C2E2 has been a great home con for me over the last 5 years, and ReedPop has been a welcoming company in terms of promoting diversity and inclusion of marginalized nerds and geeks. As it has already stated by someone MUCH MUCH more influential than I, everyone gets to be a geek!

With that in mind, here is my C2E2 schedule.

On Friday at 6:45 pm, I will be moderating You Have Died From Exposure . We will be talking about the importance of equally compensating marginalized geeky creators as a market would and does those of the cishet white male persuasion.

On Saturday at 4:15 pm, I will be back with the Black Nerd Girl’s Journey and More Than Warriors & Weather Witches crew moderating Behind The Parable And The Power. We will be celebrating the black women/NBs behind our favorite stories of the ‘Verse, how far we’ve come, and how far we still have to go. We will also be kicking off this panel with a discussion about Yona Harvey, the first black woman to write Storm!

If you can make it, I hope to see you there!

At least that is what I hope. Because I abhor self-promotion. Abhor it with a Katarina Strafford-level of intensity. Do you remember Kat’s rant against attending Bogey Lowenstein’s party? That’s me how much I rant against pushing my work [outside of this blog] on social media platforms, all the while trying not be come off like a pretentious asshat to friends and colleagues who seem to dive into this pool with little or no effort. Only recently did I accept [not realize, because I did that a long time ago] that I cannot escape promoting my work if I want to continue with it. So here I am, addressing, unpacking and trying to put away the reasons why I stop short of promoting what I do, even and especially if it is good work.

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(TW: Mentions of violence and rape)

I’m pretty open about how I do not expect to come out of 2017 alive. I didn’t expect to survive more than a week past my birthday, aka the day after the election aka the Day Hope Died. I ask myself constantly when those racist/sexist/homophobic shit stains will finally get me. Every time I get on my train. Every day that I walk into my office building. Each week when I host my writing group.

When will I wind up with a bullet in my head from a trigger-happy cop?

When will I be left beaten, brutalized and/or raped along the riverside promenade?

When will I be pushed off of a CTA platform for having the nerve to exist in public?

The answer: I do not know, for this is something over which I have no power. I do have the power to do one thing:

I can tell my story.

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Content Note: Mentions of abuse and rape

Dear Self,

“I never needed to worry about you.”
“I don’t know how you’re still even standing.”
“You are handling all of this like a pro!”

Whenever anyone in your life uttered these words, you used to feel a great swell of pride.

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Look, the election affected me. I’m not going to pretend that it didn’t. I drank. I raged. I cried once. I allowed my mind to rush through all of the possible ways in which I could do my part to clean up this mess. Then it hit me [again].

This is not my mess. Therefore, I am not required to clean it up.

I did my job. From the looks of it, me and mine did our jobs a hell of a lot better than white people. Story of the United States of America, amirite?

But I’m not here to patronize or demonize, white friends. I’m here to cheer you on from the sidelines. You have acknowledged that the racialized system in power from which you benefit has fucked all of us over AGAIN. You are out there on the streets, talking to your representatives, writing letters, signing petitions and forming grassroots organizations. White friends, you are out there trying to fix the mess that your culture made, and I love you all the more for it.

I just can’t, nay, I won’t be there to help you clean it up. Mammie don’ left the plantation, and she takin’ the good seasoning with her.

So, I will be over here making my set of Lisa-Frank-Only-Wishes-She-Had-This-Vivacity pom-poms and working on my endurance, because real talk, white friends? You’re in for one hell of a rough ride.

As a kick-off to my long-term cheerleading routine, I’m gonna leave you all with Samantha Bee’s wonderfully insightful post-election monologue. Girlfriend has definitely earned an invitation to my family’s next barbecue.

So, good luck, white friends. Seriously. As part of the demographic that’s been cleaning up after your demographic for nearly 500 years, you do not have an easy task before you.

It started off on Buswell Street in the fall of 2000. I was sitting in my obnoxiously large single dorm room, awaiting two older white men to commence the intellectual sparring match that would confirm who would be more qualified to lead the free world. This was the first presidential debate I would witness after (1) aceing my AP Speech & Exposition Writing class my junior year in high school [third year in secondary]; (2) participating in said high school’s debate club; and (3) finally being able to vote. I was anxious at the idea that the techniques that I, a veritable nonentity, had learned were going to be employed in a forum that affected up to 260 million people.

You know how folk get about the NFL and NASCAR? That was me in anticipation of the Gore/Bush debates.

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Well, shit.

Wait, let me try that again.

My first Readercon experience provided me with a wide berth of raw emotions, ranging from the elation that sprang from meeting and reconnecting with some of the most creative and progressive minds in the industry, to fiery rage at the bastion of New England Liberal Racism that still permeates the northeast, subsiding on the elitist fallacy that ‘smart people can’t be racist’.

How’s that? You want more, huh? I shouldn’t be surprised. I made a name for myself with my Twitter rants over that weekend on the much-needed progress needed at Readercon when my intention was to lay low and collect data all submarine-style and what not.

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[Content Note: Flashing Images]

And when I say that I don’t make great adult decisions, I mean that I don’t say no to enough things in order to protect myself from how exhausted I currently am. I started this blog entry at my writing group while I was also laughing at some serious schaudenflan when I was supposed to be presenting a positive, inclusive example for my writers. Talk about a failure to pack in my inner asshole. By the by, this is not something that you should say out loud when surrounded by Archer fans.

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[TW: Racism, Misogynoir, Mentions of Racialized Sexual Assault, Gender Slurs, Strong Coarse Language]

I did not come to play with you hos. I came here to slay, bitch. – Big Freedia

I’m probably about one of a million black girl bloggers who is posting her thoughts on Beyonce’s latest visual foray. Being on that weird cusp of Generation X/Y, aka hitting certain milestones on parallel with her Beyness, I never understood the commitment or zealotry of her fan base…until now when Beyonce had reassured us that black excellence was still alive and kicking. Or at least is trying to find a new face.

Because if Lemonade has done anything, and no doubt it’s done a lot, it’s reiterated with electric fury that the world only allows cishet white men with Fuck You money to use it to say Fuck You.

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