I was at Nine Worlds this weekend. Most of it was absolutely fucking awesome and I would like to thank everyone who came to the panels I was in (and my fab Monsterhearts group!).
However, the part that was not awesome was REALLY FUCKING SHIT. Shit enough to trigger a flight or freeze response. Shit enough that when somebody in the audience actually supported me I cried. Shit enough that I am now feeling angry enough to write over 2000 words about it.
I am concerned that the concept of self-care has become a capitalist buzzword to sell bath products.
This is the third time I’m trying to write something coherent about sex and consent. Wish me luck.
Trigger warning for discussions of sexual assault.
A few months ago I came across the album Ctrl by SZA, and I haven’t stopped listening to it. I don’t think I can.
I saw Black Panther last night and I need to write about it.
At the time of writing, it has only been out in the UK for two days, so I have made this a spoiler-free post.
However, you will probably still get a good idea of the overall themes and feel of the film, so if you want to remain completely unspoilered you may want to skip this until you’ve seen it.
This is probably quite an expected post, given the title of this blog. This is the part where I talk about what it’s like being black AND a woman AND into tabletop gaming – a combination which is still pretty rare.