One of the things I hear all the time in nerd spaces is “why can’t we have a dialogue?” in terms of equal rights issues such as racial equality, media diversity, LGBTQ issues, etc.
Because as soon as the sun will rise, the moment a fangirl dares states that Batman: The Killing Joke is misogynistic, BBC’s Sherlock is homophobic or that the Marvel Cinematic Universe is racist and lacking in diversity, white fans will move heaven and earth to silent marginalized fans. Whether it’s screaming oppression themselves resorting to bullying and stalking or even violence.
In short, they’re often a bunch of sociopaths who go rabid the second someone tells them something they don’t want to hear.
This has been especially true for me when it comes to MCU stans. Speak ill of their preshus and watch the calamity ensue.
Case in point. This clown here.
Midnighter Mode in 3……….2…………1……….
So this past weekend was Hypericon. One of my favorite cons, it’s special to me because I get to see many of my loved ones, family really, and it is always the perfect way to kick off summer. Great food, great friends, scifi, cosplay, what more can a guy ask for?
Sadly I wasn’t able to attend this year. One of my closest friends is undergoing chemotherapy so I’ve been staying with him and helping him out.
Nevertheless, I couldn’t let this year go by without commemorating Hypericon. And what better way to celebrate the con than by sharing one of the most cherished moments I’ve had as a professional author.
From left: Yours truly, Mage TeeVee, and Cass Teague
Midnighter Mode in 3…..2…..1…….
The fight for equal rights continues to hit a fever pitch. Trans people are fighting for basic human decency, my Asian siblings continue to be #WhiteWashedOUT of their own culture. My fellow Wakandans are fighting for their lives and reminding the planet that #BlackLivesMatter.
One of the key battlegrounds has been on social media. PoCs are getting in formation and speaking their truth and embracing their power.
However, they may find themselves on hostile ground when it comes to social media, specifically Facebook.
So like countless other PoCs, I’ve been watching the ongoing horrors in #Ferguson very closely. Like countless other PoCs, I’ve had to endure my share of whites who either don’t know the dynamics that are playing out in terms of institutional racism or are proudly and maliciously spewing as much toxic bile as they can.
If you find yourself in this position, you probably wouldn’t mind some handy resources to educate and eviscerate before utilizing the blessed block function.
The following are resources I’ve found to be useful not only for the #Ferguson tragedy but the discussions on racism and bigotry in general. Hopefully you won’t need them but if you do, here they are. Feel free to repost and share.
File this post under, Another Reason Why Dwayne McDuffie Was Better Than You.
So last week we all celebrated the life and legacy of one of the most gifted and progressive storytellers, ever to walk this earth, the late Dwayne McDuffie.
As expected, many discussed the amazing work he and his team did with making Milestone Comics a success, others mentioned his phenomenal work with fellow phenom Bruce Timm with creating over a decade of superb animated series and films.
Of course people pointed out that McDuffie paved the way for black storytellers in a way too vanillacentric medium that is the comic book industry.
While this is all true. It is not the whole story. To not tell the whole story diminishes the work and the accomplishments of this great man.
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Over on Latin Negro, yours truly has a guest post discussing how a storyteller’s inspiration can often come in the unlikeliest of forms.
I won’t lie, this is probably one of my favorite pieces I’ve penned this year.
Have a gander…..
Congratulations to Janet Mock, whose debut title Redefining Realness just made the New York Time’s Best Seller List.
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Fighting to bring multiculturalism to YA and
I recently had the pleasure to sit down with the Twinjas for a no holds barred interview, where I share my thoughts on tackling bigotry in the industry, my Media Litmus Test, the Black Folks Being Awesome Facebook initiative, my next novel West of Sunset, and a host of other topics.
Fighting to bring multiculturalism to YA and
I recently had the pleasure to sit down with the Twinjas for a no holds barred interview, where I share my thoughts on tackling bigotry in the industry, my Media Litmus Test, my next novel West of Sunset, and a host of other topics.
So recently through an unusual chain of events, I had an opportunity to watch the Denver Broncos exact some revenge against rival and Superbowl Champions, the Baltimore Ravens.
And for those of you who have known me for a good minute, yes, you read that correctly, Denny actually watched a football game, and yes it’s official, Hell has frozen over.
It wasn’t lost on me that Brendan Ayanbadejo was missing in action, just as it wasn’t lost on me that like Chris Kluwe is also a free agent. It’s especially a shame considering last night, Ayanbadejo’s presence probably would’ve changed the outcome of the game and could’ve spared the Ravens the smackdown that Peyton Manning and the boys put on them.
It’s also not lost on me that both Kluwe and Ayanbadejo were dropped from their teams after being immensely outspoken advocates for LGBTQ Equality.
In short, you’re looking at two men who in all likelihood lost their jobs for standing up to do the right thing.
As someone else stated, the following quote adequately sums up the Trayvon Martin tragedy, “Only in America can a dead black boy go on trial for his own murder.”
It pains me to say this but stories like Trayvon’s are nothing new and I hear about them and have witnessed them my entire life growing up in the South. But when I first read about Trayvon’s murder, there was something about the story that hit me to the core. For the life of me I couldn’t understand why. When I learned about the verdict and recoiled in horror and disgust along with other people of color, that’s when it hit me. For all intents and purposes, when I was 17, I was Trayvon and I’m lucky because in many respects, I should also be dead.