November 14th, 2007

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we don't have no uncle albert

After being told by everybody at World Fantasy that I was missing a great resource, I've recently rediscovered SF Novelists.Com, which is an organization trade group band of brothers autonomous collective of SF and fantasy writers gathered together to talk about, well, books. And the industry. And things. 

It's very neat. But one of the neatest things on the front page right now is Catherynne M. Valente's essay on Little, Big and John Crowley's use of language therein.


They are all sitting there on the shelf, nudging each other and checking out each other's shoes. Exactly like that.
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So I heard a rumor that if you replace the icewater in a standard piecrust recipe (I am a 50/50 butter/crisco gal) with cold vodka from the freezer, you get a flakier crust, because of a reduction in the gluten formation.

There's an apple pie on deck for that holiday with the murdered birds. I have lovely Stayman apples. Mmm. And a bottle of Stoli in the freezer, because Finlandia is getting hard to find.

Does anybody have practical experience with the wodka thing?

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come on, come on, come on. we all wanted this.

I figured out in the shower this afternoon why it is that it gets up my goddamned nose so badly when reviewers refer to Carnival as "slash" or "yaoi."

It's because that terminology carries with it the assumption that the only reason a woman would write queer characters is because she's getting a voyeuristic thrill out of it. And that, right there, implies a host of other assumptions. One of which is that queer characters exist only because of the kinky frisson they provide for heterosexual readers.


If that's what you think? I'm sorry, but you're an asshole. Try to get over it, would you?

Queer characters exist because queer people exist.* They exist in my books because I know and love many queer people,*** and I see no reason why there should not be stories told about them.

Queer people do not exist for your titillation. They do not exist to be your sexual fantasy.** Please do not assume that faggots, dykes, fairies, perverts, twists, and deviants of any stripe (real or fictional) exist to service your kinks unless you have spoken to them personally and gotten a confirmation, 'kay?

It's offensive. I mean, really offensive. Like, guy at the service station staring at your tits offensive.

Queer people are more than the sum total of who they fuck. Queer people, like straight people, are not actually definied in all regards by who they go to bed with in the .01% of their lives they spend fucking.

In fact, who we fuck (or don't fuck) is a pretty minor detail, and has relatively little bearing on who we are or what we believe.

I know! Shocking! Isn't it shocking? It doesn't matter if your lover has a penis! It makes no difference at all, except when you are going down on them!

Next thing you know, we'll be wanting the vote.

And you know, having ranted, I now realize that all the POV characters in Chill are heterosexual.

I swear. Some mornings I just wake up mean.

*(When I say queer, BTW, what I mean is lesbian/gay/intersexed/poly/asexual/bisexual/kinky/transgendered.)

**(If you have sexual fantasies involving queer people, more power to you. I am seriously not about to tell anybody their smut is wrong, unless they also exhibit features of the Homicidal Triad.)

***(I also know and love many vanilla straights, and I see no reason why there should not be stories about you guys either.)