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Friends, I’ve been a very naughty girl.
Between issues of Glimmer Girl I’ve been writing fan fiction: specifically a monthly Wonder Woman title as part of a fan site, DC Omega.
You should absolutely head over, enjoy the series, and NOT contribute to my Patreon. Why? Because the characters don’t belong to me, and it would be wrong to profit from it. This is just for fun!
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For Diana, former Princess of the Amazons, the appraisal of others had long been custom. As a child, the only of her kind among grown women, her mere existence attracted the attention of sister and stranger alike. They watched with a vested interest as she grew from a babe to a girl, and to a young woman. So familiar was she with their interest that it fell from her notice; at least until she locked eyes with a shy voyeur.
She smiled a friendly smile, as did the young man who averted his gaze. To be regarded by an unfamiliar sex remained a novelty. Though time would surely dull that notion, Diana remained certain of surprises yet to come, for good and for ill.
Read more at DC Omega…
Some of you may not understand when I say that no matter the quality of the films that in my eyes the Avengers series is one of the greatest cinematic marvels (LOL) that I have ever experienced.
It’s not a sentiment everyone agrees with, and that’s fine. Casual work friend Matt certainly didn’t agree when he made his feelings known; that one superhero film is the same as another, and that what he considers art has been bled dry from modern film making.
Okay. Cool. Agree to disagree.
But what cannot be argued is that these films have struck a chord, and that the masses enjoy them for a reason. Part of what makes any work great is that it meets the audience halfway. It could be argued that what an audience brings to a film is equally important as what the film delivers in order to convey its message.
I can’t speak for everyone else. All I have is my own meandering experience, and my experience is that of a former fifteen year old child delving into comic books for the first time.
Continue reading “BLOG: From an ‘Avengers’ Fangirl…”
Today is Transgender Day of Visibility (TDoV); the one day of the year when transgender people appear from behind a rainbow, and anyone who catches us is granted a wish.
(That joke belongs to Crystal Frasier. Sorry, Crystal. It was too good not to steal.)
Kidding aside, TDoV is the one day a year where we as a community band together and celebrate the presence and contributions of transgender people.
At least, that’s the idea. A lot of trans people are visible 365 days a year, and it’s not always a blessing. Sometimes it’s a target. This is especially true for transgender women of colour who face disproportionate degrees of discrimination and violence.
If you don’t believe me, then don’t worry, I’ve done the Googling for you.
Which is why, I believe, that there is a more important conversation to be had on this day, and that those such as myself who benefit from visibility have an obligation to talk about the wider issues. Continue reading “BLOG: Transgender Day of Visibility”
SOME NIGHTS AGO
Lovers of stories know the tale of Dracula, king of the night walkers. Once the world thought him vanquished in the latter part of the nineteenth century. Such presumption of his demise brought comfort to humankind, and who was the Count to rob them of that? Better thought a myth than an ever-present danger.
The ocean air blew with the taste of salt. A mortal man might have thought it refreshing. Though for the night king it was more awareness than sensation. The same went for the humidity of this South American villa. His flesh, more numb than cold, did not stick and did not perspire. He was neither comfortable nor uncomfortable in this environment.
All that sated him was life blood pouring direct from a host. But even that, after a time, became the property of the mundane.
With hunger muted by experience Count Dracula idled in a wicker chair. Staring at the waves he wondered what mortal eyes saw. Color, shade? Would the gentle hiss soothe them instead of sharpening their awareness? What irony that he should find enviable the existence of short-lived cattle. Continue reading “Glimmer Girl #24 – “Shimmering Dusk” (Part 2)”
Tanya sat under a dark cloud for the better part of a week. She curled in her blankets. The sounds in her headphones alternated between new wave and podcasts. Every second meal consisted of leftover pizza, and the only time she left the dorm was to drag herself to class. How long had it been since she’d changed out of her pajamas? I couldn’t tell you, but the smell was too much.
Soon I was at my limit. “You need to get out.”
She presented the typical arguments; ‘I’m fine.’ ‘I need time.’ ‘It’s not that bad.’ ‘Don’t waste your time worrying about me.’ Next she offered distraction by reminding me that there was a city to patrol. Though all had been quiet since the reign of cats and dogs.
No more talking. I threw the duvet to the floor and dragged her by the feet. Tanya kicked and whined but it was no use. Tough love was the order of the day, followed by a shower and some real food.
I sat and waited for her while she was in the bathroom. Tanya had every reason to mope. Her first romance met with one disaster after another and fell on its face. It could be it was never meant to last, but even so, she was still a girl, and girls always remember their first. Or so they say in TV dramas.
But she couldn’t wallow forever. There was a life to live. Continue reading “Glimmer Girl #23 – “Shimmering Dusk” (Part 1)”
You probably saw the news.
“-With reports coming in that the immediate danger has passed. Officials and the CDC urge citizens to stay indoors until a thorough sweep is conducted. Milestone Metro has decommissioned the subway network until further notice. Non-essential emergency staff are to steer clear of sewers and water systems.”
It turns out that aerosol dispersal only covered the surface of the problem. To be effective we’d have to force our way down, probe the dark corners of the city, and tackle what’s left head on.
I couldn’t leave. What if there were more monsters down there, bigger than the experts could handle? The emergency crews were more qualified, but didn’t have my firepower, or my speed. So, like a sucker I raised my hand to go another round. What could it hurt except my everything? Continue reading “Glimmer Girl #22 – “The Reign of Cats and Dogs” (Part 6)”
In a few hours the retrovirus was in production. Tanker trucks from all corners of the city migrated to the airfields. What a sight to behold; people coming from all over with a single purpose. Their collective world turned upside down when nature turned. They would do anything to put things back to normal.
I fought to still myself. The important work was in the hands of scientists and engineers while I stood guard. Meanwhile there was a city under siege. People and their children weren’t hiding from dogs and cats alone, but racoons, birds, rodents, and more. The animal kingdom was gifted power it couldn’t understand.
The convoy barreled down the winding dirt trail toward the grass strip. To one side was the gritty aluminium hanger, home to a range of museum pieces that passed for aircraft. Humble as they were, they were the key to salvation.
Dr. Storm explained, “the national guard are moving helicopters as we speak. In the meantime we use crop dusters and skywriting planes to deliver an initial payload. The sooner we start, the more effect it will have long term.”
My job, she said, was to keep them in the air. Sparrows had the potential of missiles, or worse. And who could say what other nasties moved between the clouds? Continue reading “Glimmer Girl #21 – “The Reign of Cats and Dogs” (Part 5)”
Last year gave me the incredible opportunity to stand shoulder to shoulder with other profound queer speakers as part of Queerstories.
Queerstories for the uninitiated is a regular live storytelling event offering a platform for sexual and gender diverse people to share pieces of their lives. Sometimes comic, sometimes tragic, but always meaningful, Queerstories draws people from all manner of backgrounds, and with some luck opens a few eyes along the way.
A very special thank you goes to Maeve Marsden and all the others without whom such a wonderful event would not be.
Since the transition from Shimmerverse.com to the new domain it seemed fitting that I should, on occasion, share thoughts and feelings in blog form. Here is the first.
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At some point I became a kind of veteran of the transgender community. Don’t ask me how it happened. Perhaps after eleven years of transition it was inevitable.
Young transgender women – or at least transgender women who’ve recently found themselves – come to me for advice. Sometimes it’s for resources, sometimes it’s about confidence and self-care, but more often than not it’s about wanting to be ‘more like’ a girl or woman.
First of all let me say that there is nothing wrong with these women asking how to better be their newly minted or emerging gender. Not all of us have the constitution to stand up and be fully authentic in a world that likes to put us in our place.
I don’t blame these women because I used to be that woman, but now whenever I am asked this question it comes with a swell of discomfort. Continue reading “BLOG: On Being ‘Like’ A Girl”