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Posts tagged queer
We at LESlieVILLE applaud you, Mr. Maurice Williamson, for your passionate speech about equality, and you, New Zealand, for standing up and declaring that all love is worth celebrating.
From the HuffPost Gay Voices Page:
On Wednesday, New Zealand’s Parliament voted to legalize same-sex marriage in a 77 to 44 vote. As lawmakers applauded the final vote, spectators crowded into the public galleries above burst into song, serenading the bill’s sponsor, lesbian MP Louisa Wall.
The Associated Press reports the song was “Pokarekare Ana,” a love song in the country’s indigenous Maori language. View the video here.
I’m probably going to get rotten produce thrown at me by other authors for saying this, but revisions are one of my favorite parts of writing. So the input from talented authors, editors, and well-read friends are incredibly valuable to me and something I’m always enormously grateful for. I won’t say I don’t have a moment of soul-crushing embarrassment when someone else points out places I went wrong, especially when I should have known better. But I get over it pretty fast, mostly in the excitement of knowing that now I can get it RIGHT and it will be so much better for the effort.
As an author you’ve got the story in your head and you feel a connection to it maybe no one else can. But according to the cliché, love is blind, and it’s that way with a story too. You’re too apt to overlook or simply not see the flaws in your own creation. Outside input is vital, no matter how long you’ve been writing or how good you are.
I didn’t set out to write a queer-anything story, it was something that developed from the unfolding events. It took me by surprise and, quite honestly, scared me. I live in a very conservative area among very conservative people and a very conservative culture. I didn’t feel like I had the knowledge or even the RIGHT to address the struggles the LGBTQ community faces today.
But I learned along the way that the experience of being an outsider, of being judged and even condemned for your differences is much the same from group to group, no matter what the reason.
The reception has been INSANELY more positive than I expected. Perhaps that’s just because I connected with the right audience. Perhaps it’s the changing times. Who knows? But it’s been such a heartwarming experience that it makes me hopeful for all of us.
I stormed back to my room, kicking over a chair in the sitting room. Jonathan stood nearby, silent.
“You know what?” I said, rounding on him. “He’s not the only one who can play these games.” Jonathan’s eyebrows went up.
“Have an encounter with Duke Blaine, Your Highness?” It didn’t surprise me that he knew exactly who I was talking about.
“I can kick his ass any way he likes.”
Jonathan stared at me, wide eyed.“No. You can’t.”
It was my turn to stare. “Umm, what?”
“You can’t play his game. You’re completely wrong for it. You couldn’t be subtle if your life depended on it.”
“Oh, come on. Like he’s so subtle.”
He frowned in thought. “Not to you, perhaps, but he can be. When you two clashed before, he wasn’t. He didn’t have to be. He was one of the most powerful, richest men in the empire and he knew how to throw his weight around. But this man has been playing politics from his cradle. You have no idea how connected and involved he is; what he knows and what he can make happen.”
Jonathan shook his head. “Have you considered the role he might have played in your banishment? How convenient it was that the things Blaine knew would be damning in that specific conversation?”
I felt like he’d punched me.
“Yes! That’s what I’ve been saying for years, but you’ve never agreed with me.”
“I’ve never disagreed either. I might have focused more on your own contribution to that disaster, for obvious reasons.”
“But don’t you see? He manipulated me into a situation I couldn’t win. He was going to get me banished, one way or another.”
“He didn’t force you to punch the emperor.”
“You know,” I said, breathless, “I really wish you wouldn’t talk about that.”
“Which is why we should. You cannot play Blaine’s game against him. You prefer an ostrich approach to problems, which only works when you bury the rest of you as well. You certainly can’t plot and scheme with your head in the sand and expect it to be anything but a disaster. You can’t engage him in this.”
“Well I’m not going to sit back and let him do whatever he wants, laughing about it while I act like his kicked dog.”
“You could try talking to the emperor. Your husband.”
I grimaced. “No. I mean, I have.”
“You could try again.”
“No, that’s not what I need to do right now.”
Jonathan stared at me. “Don’t you trust him?”
Sometimes I almost forgot that Jonathan and I weren’t one person. He worked so hard to fade into the background that he’d become incorporated into my experience of life, an extension of me. As he stood there talking about the things I tried very hard to hide from myself, I suddenly hated him. “Of course I trust him. I trust him to do whatever he can to protect me and defend me. The problem is that his view of the situation and his idea of how to handle it are very different from mine. This is a stupid water gun fight. I’m not calling in the ISS. Besides, I can handle myself. Blaine’s just a bully, and I know how to handle bullies.”
From the look on Jonathan’s face, if he had been anyone else, his mouth would have fallen open.
“Your Highness, if you can compare engaging Blaine in the game of politics to a water gun fight then you have made my point. You have no idea what you’re doing. He would eviscerate you. He wants to get rid of you. Was that so pleasant last time he succeeded that you’d like for him to do it again? He’s not going to stop at Resettlement this time.”
“How do you know so much about him?”
His face went blank in a way that, for a moment, almost scared me. Then he said, in a flat, even tone, “No one knows the powerful better than the servants. Not even the other powerful people. That’s why, other than the ISS, we’re the only ones who can be executed just for telling our employer’s secrets.”
My mouth fell open. “You can be what?”
Stark fury crossed his face. “This is exactly what I mean about you having no business playing his game. How can you have been with the emperor this long and not know that? Do you mean you’ve let me see your deepest, darkest secrets and you just trusted that I’d keep them?”
“I don’t—Of course I trust you. What are you talking about?”
He looked like he wanted to pull his hair out. “No wonder—” he mumbled, glaring at the floor. He locked eyes with me. “If a servant is convicted of telling his employer’s secrets, he’s not fired or Resettled, he is executed. It’s why we’re allowed in your bedrooms and to stand attendance while you share confidences. You don’t have to trust our conscience or our loyalty. You know that if we don’t keep your secrets, we die.”I blinked. “Stars and planets and all the space in the heavens, how you’re not dead already must be one of the greatest mysteries of the universe.”
My face was hot. I turned away from him, embarrassed and angry but not at all ready to concede my point.
“OK. So I don’t know some things I need to know.”
“But that’s why I asked for your help. You know all the things I don’t. You can help me plan this and not screw it up.”
He threw up his hands. “How you can be so smart and so stupid at the same time?”
In spite of myself, I laughed. “Aliana says my brain is so full of physics that there’s no room for thinking.”
He huffed a reluctant laugh. “The Grand Duchess is wise.” He turned to me. “Talk to her. If you won’t confide in the emperor, seek her advice. She knows these games better than anyone.”
I shook my head. “She’ll just tell Pete.”
I think he was gritting his teeth. “Then why won’t you tell him?”
There was no good reason, and there were a million good reasons, and there was one, very, very big reason that crowded out all the others. But I wasn’t going to talk about that. Not with anyone at all.
His jaw locked, his arms crossed, and he turned his back to me. He stood there, silent and rigid until, finally, he relaxed his stance with deliberation, but, without looking at or acknowledging me, he righted the chair I had kicked over and then started to tidy up an already tidy room as if I wasn’t even there. I watched him, angry and hurting.
“Are you mad at me, Jonathan?” I asked at last.
He froze. Then resumed his pointless cleaning. “Yes.”
“Look, I’m doing the best I can.”
“No, you’re not.”
My jaw clenched. “OK, I’m doing the best with what I know.”
“Prince Jacob,” he said, which was the closest he ever came to calling me by name, “your best isn’t good enough. And that frightens me.”
Episode Two: “Getting to Know You”
Sera and Ona go on a lunch date and Sera reveals her long lost love has returned to town…
Episode One: “…Sight”
In the first episode Sera - the only single girl in her tight-knit group of friends - meets someone who she thinks might be amazing and instantly connects. Trouble is, Ona, the mystery girl who captures her attention is already coupled up with Laura.
*Doctor Who: The Snowmen SPOILERS AHEAD*
Dear Mr. Moffat:
One of the most endearing, enduring, and well respected literary partnerships in history is based on a) highly competent women and b) a loving lesbian couple who are in a successful and genuinally affectionate marriage? BRAVO.
PS - You missed “Sherlock” that bad, eh? Love it.
PPS - What homoerotic subtext? Dr. Doyle has no idea what you’re talking about…
Where: Slack’s on Church
When: Tuesday, 15 May 2012; 19:00 until 22:00
What: Let’s get loud & proud about the Toronto-based Lambda Literary Award nominees: Farzana Doctor, Kristyn Dunnion, JM Frey & Karleen Pendleton Jiménez! Come out to hear these amazing writers read (see bios below) and celebrate their nominations. Hosted By Heather J Wood & Jim Nason.
The Awards: For more about the awards check out this link.
Farzana Doctor's first novel, Stealing Nasreen, received critical acclaim and earned a devoted readership upon its release in 2007. Her second book, Six Metres of Pavement (Dundurn 2011), was praised by Publishers Weekly praised as “..a paean to second chances” and was named one of Now Magazine’s Top Ten Books of 2011. It also won the Rainbow Award for Best Contemporary Lesbian General Fiction, and had been short-listed for a Lambda Award general Lesbian Fiction category. Farzana was named as one of CBC Books’ “Ten Canadian Women Writers You Need to Read Now” and was the recipient of the Writers’ Trust of Canada’s Dayne Ogilvie Grant (2011). She is a co-curator of the Brockton Writers Series.
Kristyn Dunnion is a Lady punk. Her collection of linked stories, The Dirt Chronicles, was published by Arsenal Pulp Press in 2011 and is shortlisted for the Lambda Literary Awards, general Lesbian Fiction category. Kristyn’s noteworthy novels include MISSING MATTHEW, a quirky mystery for young rebels, MOSH PIT, a queer punk love tragedy, and BIG BIG SKY, an anarcho-queer speculative fiction - all published by Red Deer Press. Her stories are widely anthologized, including in SubTerrain Magazine, Fist of the SpiderWoman: Tales of Fear and Queer Desire, With a Rough Tongue: Femmes Write Porn, and Peripheries: Erotic Lesbian Futures. Kristyn is a performance artist and bassist. She likes big boots, shaved heads, and loud music.
J. M. Frey J.M. Frey is the author of TRIPTYCH (Dragon Moon Press), and “The Once and Now-ish King” in WHEN THE HERO COMES HOME (Dragon Moon Press, August 2011), THE DARK SIDE OF THE GLASS (Double Dragon Publishing, June 2012), and “Whose Doctor?” in DOCTOR WHO IN TIME AND SPACE (McFarland Press, Fall 2012). She holds a BA in Dramatic Literature, where she studied playwriting and traditional Japanese theatre forms, and a Masters of Communications and Culture, where she focused on fanthropology. She is active in the Toronto geek community, presenting at awards ceremonies, appearing on TV, radio, podcasts, live panels and documentaries to discuss all things fandom through the lens of Academia, and has lectured at the Pop Culture Association of America’s Annual Conference (San Francisco), at the University of Cardiff’s ‘Whoniversal Appeal’ Conference, and the Technology and Pedagogy Conference at York University. Frey’s pie-in-the-sky dream is to one day sing a duet with John Barrowman. Triptych is nominated in two Lambda Literary Award categories.
Karleen Pendleton Jiménez is the author of How to Get a Girl Pregnant, a finalist for a 2012 Lambda Literary Award in the category Lesbian Memoir. Her children’s book Are You a Boy or a Girl? was also a Lambda Literary finalist in 2001, and her award-winning film Tomboy has been screened around the world.
You are invited!
by Leah Petersen
When Jacob Dawes is Selected for the Imperial Intellectual Complex as a child, he’s catapulted from the poverty-stricken slums of his birth into a world where his status as an unclass is something no one can forget, or forgive. His growing scientific renown draws the attention of the emperor, a young man Jacob’s own age, and they find themselves drawn to each other in an unlikely, and ill-advised relationship. Jacob may have won the emperor’s heart, but it’s no protection when he’s accused of treason. And fighting his own execution would mean betraying the man he loves.
A broken tradition. A hunted child. A rebellion that threatens to topple the very fabric of the universe.
When Layela Delamores gives birth to her first child, the ether immediately rejects what should be its only heir. A wave of destruction sweeps the ether races and sparks Solaria’s ire and rebellion on Mirial. A new heir rises to take the throne of Mirial, one who wields tainted ether.
Unable to access the flow of ether, Layela is left with little choice but to flee Mirial, seeking answers that may no longer exist, prepared to sacrifice everything to free herself and her daughter from the clutches of the First Star.
Can’t make it to the party? Preorder the books here.
My dear friend, scifrey, has just been nominated for a LAMBDA award, and is in the finalists! I’m over the moon excited for her. Triptych is her debut novel, and is nominated in the LGBT SF/F/H category. It’s a science fiction story about love in a time of turmoil, culture shock, and what can…
Can I signal boost my own give aways? Sure, why not!