That’s Gross Don’t Do That

Pantheacon, 2015 Standing in line for the Green Fairy Party. Someone peers at my badge, scans my name. Turns to friend and says “Oh, that’s nobody famous. Let’s go see if we can find  —–.” Pantheacon 2017 At a suite event. Hostess is openly charmed by my boyfriend. I thank her for her hospitality, she half glares and mumbles something. She engages my boyfriend again and he says we have to leave for the Llewellyn author’s party. “Oh, are you an author?” she asks him. “No, my girlfriend is!” She asks what I wrote and her demeanor changes from borderline hostile […]

The Invisible Author That Lives in Your Home

(If you listen to Welcome to Nightvale, you’ll get it.) “Does it bother you?” The TV, on mute, flashed images from SyFy Channel – Beast Master? The low-frills hotel desk was converted into a mini bar to beat the Hilton brand. We sipped our cocktails as I slipped into gossip like awkward lingerie. He reminded me of an incident with the Pagan Newswire Collective, back when we didn’t know each other at all, that was a major learning experience for him. I’d checked an article, questioned its newsworthiness, was assured by the managing editor that it was indeed news, struck out some hyperbole and handed […]