Monday, August 31, 2009


Going to DragonCon in Atlanta this weekend, to talk about steampunk, Victorian literature, The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, and Virginia Woolf. Yes, all at once.

I go also to wear clothes. In high school, I was given an award for "Most Unusual Fashion Sense." I was a punktastic proto-Goth who once wore a trash bag as a dress, with dog collar. I haven't changed much, except that I now have a drab collection of "work clothes." Even being a TA in an English department sometimes gives me the feeling of being oppressed by the sartorial sensibilities of the Man. Part of what I love about SF conventions is the delightful feeling that I can wear whatever I want, and not only will I not get weird looks, I'll be solidly middle-of-the-road in most cases...somewhere between the t-shirt-and-blue-jeans brigade, and the cosplayers. It's hard to look flamboyantly peculiar next to someone dressed as Tweety Bird wearing Storm Trooper armor, is what I'm saying.

This isn't a costume. These are my clothes.

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