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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!

It’s not until you step onto that Big Con stage that you realize how little you truly know about anything, yet how much your simple presence will affect someone in your audience. After three years of attending C2E2 as an overeager fan ready to absorb the wit and wisdom bestowed upon us by the convention’s guests, 2015 marked the first year that I had been given the opportunity be the person on stage whom people came to hear. Despite having spoken at several conventions prior to this year’s C2E2, it still shocks the shit out of me that people not only want to hear what I have to say, but that they think that what I have to say is smart, insightful and/or inspiring. I suppose that this is the form which impostor syndrome has chosen to manifest itself in my head space; fighting the omnipresent indoctrination that everything about you is wrong and out of place in this cishet white male world seems to be an never-ending battle for many who are marginalized. I find myself fortunate that I head into that battle with amazing comrades and impeccable armor:

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I don’t eat greens. I can’t double-dutch. I don’t speak nor understand AAVE. I’m a product of white neighborhoods, white extracurricular activities and white private schools. I knew of the Cranberries before I knew of the Fugees, and I was convinced that the only TV superheroes were He-Man and She-Ra. As far as I could tell, the only thing that made me black was the color of my skin; however the excess of melanin had never been enough to gain the community’s acceptance. I felt like my brown skin was some sort of disguise, something I sprayed on each morning in order to fool people. I could blend into a predominantly black environment upon entrance, but woe betide myself and whomever would come to speak to me! All it would take were a couple of words out of my mouth, and somehow they always knew that I was an impostor.
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