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Sitting

When I was a kid, the biggest baddest  threat made about me was, “Oooh!  Don’t make her mad!  She’ll sit on you!”  Because you wouldn’t want some big ol’ fat girl sitting on you.   She’d squish you.  (Squash you?  I want to say what we said – “squush” – but I don’t think that’s a […]

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Writing, Publishing, and Me

Blog time again. Big week for me, as I was included in Jim C. Hines’ blog about representation in SF/F. (See http://wp.me/p1CqqK-7g for more info.) I want to say, as the cosplayers do, “senpai noticed me!” Maybe it’s not quite that intense, but it feels good to be in the company of such thoughtful, intelligent people. […]

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Scars, Symbols, and Stereotypes

When I was four, a neighbor’s dog bit me. It left a scar on the bridge of my nose. Everyone knew having a scar marked you as bad. One look at Slugworth in “Willy Wonka” and there was no doubt he was a bad guy. Frankenstein’s monster had scars. So did James Bond’s villains. Later, […]

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Why is My Finger on the Internet?

Once upon a time, I was in a relationship with someone who wasn’t very nice. He was nice at first, but the relationship slowly deteriorated until it wasn’t at all pleasant. Now I’m going to tell you why. One reason was that he liked to play games. But not fun ones like Monopoly or Parcheesi. […]

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Train Wreck

In the past couple weeks, I’m sorry to say, I have unfollowed several female cosplayers on Facebook. I would rather not have done it, but I can’t watch what they’ve become. It’s hard to see a train wreck happening and not to be able to stop it, but who am I to tell them the […]

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That Other Time in a Store…

The following story may or may not be true.  Once upon a time, there was a pregnant woman.  She was in her early 30s because she was fat and ugly and no man wanted her.  Until he came along.  His first wife had cheated on him, and that made him very angry.  So he chose […]

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That One Time in the Store…

Here is my contribution to the #YesAllWomen hashtag. A little late to the party, as usual, but honestly, I didn’t even remember it till last night. First I must set up the story for it to make sense. Since elementary school, if not before, my peers let me know that I was not an acceptable […]

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