familiar static, like the parrot-checked wallpaper from a dream suddenly encountered in a relative’s guest bathroom
okay so this is NOT not how I DM sometimes, i admit
I was pretty sure, looking at her, that she was a cis girl, or at least I got that kind of mixed fear/envy feeling cis girls give off like toxoplasmosis maybe.
It frosted me, obviously, and when I get frosted my usual response is one of two things—(a) shut down and hide from the world under thick black blankets, or (b) furiously quit my job, sever all my friendships, and leave town. I guess it’s misleading to divide these into like (a) and (b) rather than, for example, (B#) and (C).
Purple hair, medical illustration of fat deposits in the skin purple, sucrose purple. A blast of sunlight bouncing off ears that seemed made mostly of metal and plastic. Lipstick radiant cartoon pink against the natural red hill, the dead gray-green brush.
I watch the neighbors gather to look at motorcycles sometimes, wonder what it would be like for me if I were the kind of lady to like motorcycles. Something about engines I find really appealing—the idea that there’s this energy within a system—tiny explosions of heated oil produced by applying centuries of pressure to dead dinosaurs or other great beasts of yore that had some specific desires, some specific life, some specific history—and then all the plugs and pistons and wires and whatever are designed to contain, to channel that energy under conformity with will to produce I don’t know—speed and badass noise and bravado I guess. The kabala patchwork of motorcycle jackets and club affiliations, the social logic of being a novitiate in an order of Hell Bikers. I find it relentlessly appealing—a club of people who like come together over their ability to face reality in complex ways! Who could not like this? And I would maybe try to join if I was more okay with talking to people who I was afraid would hurt me, or if I was more confident in my ability to actually repair a motorcycle without dying?
To support the upcoming tour of two trans women writers, Sybil Lamb and Casey Plett, Topside Press has put together a collection of short stories, speeches, and excerpts from eight trans women writers - Ryka Aoki, Imogen Binnie, Lady Dane Figeuroa Edidi, Jeanne Thornton, merritt kopas, Emma Caterine, Bahar Akyurlu, and Red Durkin.
The short 35 pages span a wide variety of genres - dystopic sci-fi, inspiring TWOC plenary speech, erotic literary fiction, body horror, sweeping epic, and metaphorical vampire fiction. It does exactly what it says on the tin: gives you a sampling, a taster, of what contemporary trans women are writing about today in the United States.
Ryka Aoki’s speech opens the collection up with a discussion about why it matters who it is that writes that things that are important to us. She sets the stage for the rest of the zine by reminding us that the writers’ identities as trans women actually can and do have an impact on the work and, further, on the readers of the work.
The collection is full from start to finish of brilliance but I believe in picking favourites, so here are mine. Stand out stories in the collection, for me, included Jeanne Thornton’s hilarious and oddly moving Vampire Book Tour — perhaps the only interesting thing anyone has done with vampires for the past twenty years — as well as Imogen Binnie’s Riddick/Robocop post-apocalyptic political metafanfiction, merritt kopas’ erotic bathroom angst, and Bahar Akyrulu’s sci-fi religio-political body comedy.
Where We’re Going, We Don’t Need Roads is priced to sell at pay what you can (suggested donation $8), and not to be missed! Not only do you get to read smart and funny writing by the cream of the crop of today’s trans women writers, you also help support a massive 42 day tour for authors Casey Plett and Sybil Lamb. Highly recommended!
"perhaps the only interesting thing anyone has done with vampires for the past twenty years" I can not permit my fellow authors of vampire fiction to be disparaged like this! But listen y’all this zine is really good though & you should buy it for max donation bucks and help support rad writers on an intense tour of TWO NATIONS!
I’m serious, you say. I’m gonna go in to make a recording of me talking to that priest. We need it for the album. It’s everything. You know—missions, colonizing the country, and God, like all of it. We’ve gotta get his point of view in there. Like surrounding it with good energy so it disappears. Like Go. I know you understand me here. I need someone to work the microphone is the thing.
Hi, we’re Instar Books, and in Spring 2015 we’re publishing the electronic book Videogames for Humans, edited by game designer and critic merritt kopas. Videogames for Humans is a collection of Twine games, presented both as the game files themselves and as text playthroughs, with reactions by…