Posts Tagged ‘feminist science fiction’

My new job at you-know-freaking-where

We last left our blog at Maker Faire and just afterwards. The weekend was so lovely I wish I had written about it in the moment. Time is slipping by me like gliding through water.

I thought over my trip to Seattle some more and the travel coming up and I’ll write more about that soon!

My new job is lovely but more intense than I thought it would be. CAN I STILL WRITE ABOUT THIS? Well, I will anyway! I like all the people (obviously) and it is nice to work for someone who communicates a lot and doesn’t blow me off. Time will tell…. It is also scarily like, well, this is hard to describe in a way that is tactful toward everyone including myself, but I was going for this job because I thought it would be not super intense, I could keep my head down and chug away in the corner at something not too hard, but I’d do it super well, and not be too stressed. i.e. a good job for a smart person in uncertain health. And if I happened to do anything marvellous it would be just cake and appreciated extra, but i would not have to make a Cake every day. Well instead it was like, POUNCE! We are now going to extricate every last drop of your leadership-like smarty-pants glow-in-the-dark BLOOD! Holy crap! Okay then! I shall certainly try to do that for the next few weeks. But, in working, I find I am a bit more like a horse than a mule. i.e. a mule will stop and balk. A horse will sort of keep going till it breaks and collapses! A horse doesn’t want to disappoint anyone! So I will adopt a sort of mule’s warning, and do a ton now, but will need to do something less demanding for a bit, and will be clear on my limits. What I mean is maybe the stress of power as well as mental synthesis. I have to switch back and forth between hard thinky-things and doing something more menial, or I just burn out! And can’t balance my life! This, partly because I approach with intensity, but partly, it is all much more so because of how intensely I have been processing and dealing with disability stuff.

So, on the up side, I am pleased and flattered to be seen through, and I really enjoy getting to slurp in as much information as possible very quickly and re-evaluate several times daily as info intake continues, and keep changing plans and making stuff. What I am doing is being a systems analyst for the entire organization, but not just for systems, but for people. I’m not sure what you call that. (A “consultant” who pisses everyone off, but who doesn’t get to LEAVE.) That has always been my secret superpower! When I realized that was what I was gonna do for the next few weeks I kind of laughed with glee, because it’s fun, but also felt rueful, like “Oh shit… BUSTED” because it’s also really hard.

Wednesday I did the walkthrough/rollthrough for the upcoming conference, and a writeup, and stil did other worky things, then finally realized I ahd not eaten, drove to Atlas Cafe for a sandwich and worked on the writeup, then to Zond-7’s where i collapsed into bed, then at maybe 8 or 9 we went to R.’s party where I got to talk with her about icelandic sagas and lots of other people about science fiction and politics.

I thought more about hte hack ability blog, but did not work on it too much. Maybe a couple of hours.

I wrote up a long reading-guide to Timmi’s work, for Wiscon, which you should Digg and then read, here:

Whirlwind guide to the mindblowing work of L. Timmel Duchamp, Guest of Honor for upcoming feminist science fiction convention WisCon 32. Cyborgs, women’s relationships, surveillance, torture, interrogation, dystopia, weird aliens, critical thought, time travel, art, alternate histories; but above all, revolutionaries, resistance, and hope.

I have another blog/web site to set up, just volunteering… first before Hack Ability.

And, I put some finishing touches on the blog that Minnie and I are doing, Whores of Bath. It is a humorous blog about bath products and we are doing it to make money. It will soon have even more ads plastered all over it. I am particularly proud of our obnoxious, link-whoring, search-engine-honeypot, yet still freaking funny, posts on imaginary baths with nude celebrities:

* Oh, honey! My fantasy bath with Lindsey Lohan!
* My fantasy celebrity bath with Robert Downey Jr

Well, gotta go, I had a half hour nap, a bloggy interlude (this one) which soothes my soul, a role playing game for the next several hours, Zond-7 is coming over, tomorrow is Recent Changes Camp (wiki unconference! come to it! in Palo Alto!) and then will drive about like a mad thing, and end up at a BBQ, so it will be another too-long day. Sunday I will need to decompress, but also, I probably need to work! ack!

happy moment

As I contemplate the multicolored granny square afghan… on my legs… with cats on it looking very happy to Sit on Something New… I am having a surge of fangirlish dorkitude that omg Vonda made it.  Ooooooo.  How embarrassing! But I feel like I should confess it! Not only is it the perfect kind just how I imagined I would make for myself someday…but it comes with this feeling of nurturing-ness and feminist generation-spanning and will always make me think of how uplifted and supported (er, like a bra??) I have felt lately not just through their books but directly from the fabulous women I’ve been meeting….  Like, Debbie being so super supportive, and how S.E. came through for me and was extremely kind when I felt vulnerable for putting my thoughts out there, and T. saying that it was brave.  (When she is SO much braver and harder working.) I hope there are stronger and more kick-ass people than me. 

Still thinking of the good conversation with T. About housework/integry over time, our own relationships, and talking about friendships, feminism, and mental illness…  and that buoyed me up too.  And I believe what she said about that work being just Life. It’s not an inconvenient interruption (well, it can be, but Isn’t) to the real Life. Though for a second I felt that it killed me to think of her doing any dirty work much less someone else’s, I realize it should not. It’s an essential part of life.  Our great brains need to fold the socks and scrub grime off the tiles and crochet afghans for people…  if not us, who?  what underclass do we imagine *should* be doing it? and what i felt for that second was the dirty fallacy of thinking that intellectual labor makes one exempt from having to do anything else, as if it were actually more important. And I don’t really believe that, of course. For one thing, anyone who raises a child realizes that (while it should not fall always on one person) there is a lot of that kind of work to be done, and it has to be done for someone by someone else.  And that is not a compromise of the soul that forever contaminates one’s other work which is more important.  SO.   One should go back and read the lovely marge piercy poem about Work yet again, and forge onwards. While comforted by one’s feminist science fiction security blanket caringly made by a fabulous shining genius.

And so to bed.

wordplay and allegory

I’m already halfway through “The Euguelion” and am loving it! It has much homage to Wittig, lots of wordplay and 70s feminism, very fierce and hard-hitting. It certainly belongs on the list of feminist science fiction classics! I’ll be typing up excerpts and musing upon it for a few days.

And what a surprise — I opened it thinking “Montreal – it’s from ide_cyan.” and then the book was translated by Howard S. and I know him from translator-world… He and Phyllis are always so kind to me, with an obvious deep reservoir of amusement that I don’t mind at all, because it’s the nice sort of amusement, a bit affectionate or as if I remind them of someone. Very “young grasshopper”. (And they always seem very much a Them.) I was very happy to read the intro by Howard on how he likes best to translate feminist works… no wonder…

I like the translation, very much in the spirit of SJL, making the wordplay anew with whatever it takes to do so. Not that I have the French, but it’s totally clear!

Oh it’s fierce and nasty! The Forest of Squonk! The Massacre of the Paramecia! amazing…

I feel so lucky that people bring books to my attention that are exactly what I wish I knew! The reservoir never runs dry. Thanks, Ide!

notes on the fly from barcamp

(Er…. I’ll fill this out later. Too much going on, and 5 year old kid in tow demanding attention at the same time.)

Talking with Peter K. about Socialtext. Chicken of the vnc: a nifty tool to share screen/keyboard for collaborative authoring. Peter uses it with his coworker Dina in TX to do extreme programming while on the phone & using the same screen. “She’s in my ear and we’re on the same computer”. You use it to both be in the same wiki or use it in a text file. More collaborative tools: subethaedit (recommended), moonedit.

We talk about how conversations happen better when there’s chatter and not all signal. (Humans need noise.) (This reminds me of the importance of longer pauses in lectures/conversation in getting other people to speak and participate.) We get the signal even when it is surrounded by “noise”. There are times when you just want a sentence or a bullet point or a link, “look at this cool thing” but how much more effective a chatty review to persuade you to read the book or follow the link or think about the idea. (Aphorisms are not stories.) People like context.

I talk about translation.
Peter talks about reading news in other languages. We talk about homeschooling.
We talk about science fiction. (Peter asks me “How can there be feminist science fiction? Isn’t that sexist in itself?)

People have used Socialtext to write books (alone or collaboratively) – I think novels as well as non-fiction.

I want to try making a socialtext/wiki space to do a group translation with revisions tracked. I could put my next translation on a wiki and track all the revisions and should also put what sources or dictionaries i’m using in there. And also, I could get steven and lori and that other dude to come on a wiki and we should do our femsf canon panel thing on that. Maybe Peter exudes a magic forcefield — because I suddenly feel like using wikis for everything makes a lot of sense.

I talk about how research, that maps out the blind alleys and wrong turns, or that is simply first-pass filtered raw material, should be online, shared, and searchable. How to manage it as information? It should be judged on different standards (rather than hurting an academic’s professional standing.)

How can all these tools and ideas be applied to literary/creative/critical contexts?


Talking with identitywoman and rashmi about identity & pseudonyms and business personas, public personalities. they both talk about how they figured out early on that you better not put anything personal out there on the net. rashmi thinks maybe something is lost from this. and that there is more pressure on women who want to have a public life, professional respect etc. to keep themselves separate/modular. (This fits in well with what I thought was very interesting about Tiedemann’s book “Remains” and the female character with the modular brain.)
Identitywoman has a TED tshirt on and talks some about working at that conference.

Now I’m playing “jupiter and stripezar and the three space lizards” with Moomin. I don’t like having to fool around making “vroom” noises and pretending to be a plastic tiger space explorer when I want to be talking about stuff and meeting new people. (I play space-explorers through most of lunch, 1 – 2:30. ) Somehow managing. Moomin is behaving beautifully and doesn’t mind being here – he thought the idea of grownup computer camp was hilarious.

Jo calls me! and says she will take Moomin for a while! woot!

Was it peter i was just talking with about styles of being in tech and women in tech. He talks about competitive oneupmanship, do something kickass, but I thought he meant the thing of “if you have to ask, you don’t deserve to know” thing. (he said that Dina also mentioned this as a gender barrier.) I talked about how in woman to woman contexts socially , it is a sign up boldness, confidence, strength and chutzpah to reveal weaknesses, uncertainties, say you don’t know. It’s often not what men think it is. But is like the social phenomenon of “I reveal a secret, then you do, thus we establish trust” except in this case it’s a frank laying out of what needs to be addressed and it’s not bad to ask for help and in fact it’s more efficient if you are working as a group cooperatively. if you are a woman in programming and you say this sort of thing then guys around you then no one respects you! but to the women listening to the men’s oneupmanship thing they sound like blowhards or you catch on later that they’re hiding the fact that there’s something they don’t know, and they go look it up later and pretend they always knew. Not that i’ve ever experienced that while working in tech. hahahahaha. oh, never.


I have not thought at all about lockdown and just kind of don’t care. Whatever. let it be an experiment in trust and hoping no one gives a rat’s ass what’s on my computer and that no one will do anything bad with my passwords, which are probably all on a file on my hard drive named “my passwords.”
Niiiiice little hackers. My underwear is hanging out, is that not enough for youall?



Flickr photo fight between foocamp and barcamp:

Strata really rocks!!!

I talked some with Mary Hodder (in a crazed fan-girl way, I fear). Everything I’ve heard her say is brilliant and right-on! We talked about making a spam-fighting consortium and that it isn’t necessarily a competitive advantage to companies to keep their spamfighting information secret. Instead, that encourages spammers and a climate where spam works.

All the terms Mary and Rashmi throw out are food for thought… “conversant communities” etc… It is clear they are talking about the complexities of tagging on an entirely different plane than most other people in the room. We should be listening to them explain these ideas in detail…


Talking with Niall about making it more culturally acceptable to publish half-formed stuff, research, notes, preliminary results, process-exposing. He way agrees & tells me about a past red herring hullabaloo about reporter notes put online. Now Businessweek is doing it. We talk about reporting, reporters, newspapers and there being room for the developing spectrum of blogging and journalism.

Why does everyone demand wonders of Technorati? I think they are rad and useful… Everyone from there has been great to talk with. I demand that Technorati should vibrate… and it should give me foot massages, and read my mind, and bring about world peace, and cure the common cold…

Deirdre — ruby something… i am missing her talk…

Riana… sitting on the floor with ipod, putting something complicated together and I think chatting in about 10 windows.

Ping talking about security and phishing. He’s in his pajamas. He’s a very clear presenter/teacher. And a clear interesting thinker. People just started yelling “kickass!!!!!” and clapping at something he was saying about password strategies. Pet names. Having the separate password thing in the firefox toolbar. I’m following this but not taking good notes.

javascript faster AJAX thing preloading , lazyloading, smartloading, slimming down. get your user interface usability testing people involved!!! (says rashmi) I’m listening in thinking that Rook might like to know about this stuff . i forget how he did his map application. I wish he were here, he would TOTALLY dig this. he should come to these conferences and gatherings like this!

Waiting in the tiny room for clouds/tagging/identity discussion – apparently it’s the girly room. (What I meant by saying this is that suddenly half the women at the camp were crammed into this tiny room.) I liveblog it. (Intending to go back later and fix stuff and add links, etc.)

I liveblogged the women in tech discussion too but had to leave halfway through just when it was getting super exciting…

Later at the party at my house Laura M. asks if the women in tech discussion was like the one at.. ozcon? she described it… I tried to get her to come tomorrow to Barcamp and we’d trade babysitting for each other but I don’t think she’ll come. She says her company uses Socialtext.

Also at the party someone refers to their computer as “a box that has a wordprocessor in it.”

This one guy talks a lot about materials science, uranium, some incident in WWII with japanese fire balloons or something and a near-meltdown. “And that was the last time they made horizontal control rods with a whatchamacallitthingie and NO CONVECTION TOWER” was his smug punchline. oooookay. He is a mad inventor and security guard.

Some other dude whose name I don’t remember has a weekly sfzine called SF/SF. I said I’d cover whatever SF is read at Writers With Drinks and it was cool to hear everyone at the party go, “Oh! I’ve been meaning to go to that/I keep hearing about that/I really should go to WWD.”

Yesterday I suggested there should be a “Feminism for Dummies” book – as Rook and I had just been stunned into giggling incoherence by “Dungeons and Dragons for Dummies.” Feminism for Dummies would sell quite well.

It was unfortunately inspired not just by the funny book in the game store but because at breakfast before Minnie’s wedding, my dad and my cousin Tiffany asked me what the deal was with “feminist science fiction.”

Dad: What is that… like, science fiction written by a woman?
Tifffany: Is it like…. what would be, like, feminist? Like, a tragic heroine?

I opened and closed my mouth like Bertie Wooster doing his best imitation of a goldfish for a little while… I began to hyperventiilate… Several realizations hit me at once:

– My dad apparently has senile dementia, or is deaf; we have been discussing feminism since I was about 10 years old. Lecturing from me, sure, but also real discussion.

– If I end up teaching community college I’m going to have to explain what feminism is to young women like Tifffany. I’ll have to start at the very beginning. How to do this?

– The depth of misunderstanding I had just witnessed. Friendly… detached… slightly indifferent… polite social curiosity as to what feminism might possibly be? My reality is not their reality.

– I don’t have a simple “what is feminism” explanation to give these people.

– The bitter laughter of despair. It seemed attractive. Moderated by heroic effort not to fight with my family, it came out as the nervous giggling of despair.

Rook then began to explain the plot of “The Left Hand of Darkness” to my dad in a slow, soothing way until we were able to get the hell out of there.

So: the point is – who should write “Feminism for Dummies” ? Debbie asked me this in the hallway when I brought it up, but I couldn’t think who. Maybe after I sleep on it. Gentle readers… who?

More about booksWhen I

More about books

When I go to someone’s house I like to look at all their books. Do they have any books? Some people have them but they’re all boxed up for some reason and never got unboxed, like my friend J.A.O.’s cool book collection was at her former house for god knows how long. Maybe they are all one category or two, like mysteries and some cookbooks. Do they have a few shelves of books that are grouped in obvious “college classes that I took a while back” groupings? It is fairly easy to tell which classes.

Do they fall into the category of people who have a lot of books other than those college ones? Now that gets interesting because again, their books will fall into various categories. I guess I make judgements on people, which is not fair, and I prefer to think of it as character analysis, but yeah I’m looking. I assume the possibility of library books, or bad, bad, cheaters like me who wait for fetishists of the new like whump to buy all the new books and then I borrow them off of him. So when I lived near J. I read wads of comic books and history and whatever else he had, and now that I live near whump I read lots of popular science and new, fabulous, luxurious, feminist science fiction, as he is a starhawk-loving member of the secret feminist cabal.

I am thinking at the moment of L.’s bookshelves, which are difficult to put into any category, but oddly enough, I think I could and it would be a) her college books, which overlap with mine to some degree b) the cream of what I have read, excluding the really long boring stuff like chinese epics c) girls’ series books d) modern art and design and photography books which somehow signify more hipness that I could ever hope to attain. She sometimes makes comments where she puts herself down, as if she were not any kind of intellectual, but compared to about 99 percent of humanity her bookshelf reflects a wide range of knowledge and she should take some credit. L. I hope this does not piss you off that I comment on you.

those fabulous PenSFA parties, I love them for the amazing bookshelf analysis opportunities. It can be a little bit like torture being in the presence of so many cool books unknown to me, filtered through the collecting and reading bug of some obviously wacky person, and I can’t borrow the books because I don’t know them well enough. But the analysis… first since it’s PenSFA obviously there is tons of SF. It seems popular to have carefully contructed shelves built in, that are exactly the size to fit a classic SF paperback, and then they are all in alphabetical order meticulously. I swear that one guy with the high ceilings and the bookshelves going all the way up and the rolly ladders, I almost had to kill him and steal his house. If I could pull off a temporary brain trade, that would also work. Then they will have other books grouped off somewhere else. The last party at RPG and S’s house, I cruised the shelves, snippily and privately noting when I found duplicate copies of some book out of order. Actually all their non-SF books were out of order but I forgive this easily, as I am messy beyond compare. They had many dictionaries, many foreign language dictionaries, travel guidebooks, very cool classic books on having good sex, books on sailing, computer books, legal books of some specific category that I’ve forgotten, odd and funny things like the 1860-something book of medical curiosities, which was so good that I sat on the floor and started reading it and making ew gross comments about every 20 seconds. And there was more but it doesn’t stick in my mind.

X2 x 2X2 was even

X2 x 2

X2 was even better the second time.

Instead of just being annoying, vanilla and puzzlingly cloying, the Jean Grey / Scott relationship came across as incredibly meaningful. It was like some classic simone de beauvoir reading 70s feminist who realizes she has it all, fabulous career and nice preppy husband who is genuinely nice, but she still has to leave. He never does anything totally awful, but he is overly protective, and when he says “I love you” it seems to mean “I love you when you are weak because then I can help you”. When she “leaves him” as my hypothetical 70s feminist left her safe marriage, everything falls apart. Her fight with evil violent “Scott controlled by Col. Hegemony, I mean Col. Stryker” jolts Scott out of evilness, but also destroys everything around them – the whole structure they are in is shaken and begins to crumble. Her coming into her own power means she must leave and be reborn. Clearly one must do this by joining some hippie lesbian goat farm commune – or by becoming a being made of pure energy.

Personally I feel like I got my escaping from gender role prisons mostly over with by being a bad girl early on. My friend J. from bad moms club was describing the book “Reviving Ophelia” to me, and I haven’t read it, but J. noted that its author seems to think that being that bad girl is always actually bad, an individual cry for help, a fucking up. What if it isn’t? I think of it as a good sign – risky, but the only way to get the fuck out of one’s predestined role. Someone else on my feminist science fiction list was recently talking about being a teenage bad girl, being fat, getting pregnant at 16 and dropping out, or whatever, as avoidance mechanisms for the fate society has in store for you. If you do that and survive, then you retain your creative power in a way you wouldn’t have otherwise.

So that’s what I’m thinking here regarding Jean Grey and Dark Phoenix.

I also especially noticed, as I did the first time, the wall of ice arising uncontrollably between Wolverine and his abusive father Stryker, when they are trying to communicate. They can no longer hear each other, though both of them want to talk – then we get that moment of their hands trying to touch on opposite sides of the ice. Stryker’s shadow flickers and looms suddenly huge, reminding me of the way my dad’s shadow used to loom (benevolently, but characteristically masculine-seeming) as a huge silhouette in the doorway of my room at night, against the backlit hallway. Stryker is the abusive ex-military father who tortures the son to toughen him up, create him as a perfect invulnerable being. I said this to jhk and as soon as I said “father figure” and “wall of ice” he was like “Oh my god! yes!” and though I express myself badly, how nice to know that he knows what I saw and mean.

I’m no guy, but I do think about my father and grandfathers as being influenced by their military experiences, and it had repercussions for how I was treated by them – the whole ethic of “I will teach you how to suffer so that you will be tough” or “people are assholes, so don’t expect anything, don’t be close to anyone”. My dad’s military experience, drafted for Vietnam but never going overseas, or grandfather’s which I think was mostly being a driver for some general in Sicily and North Africa, a non-combatant, is very minor compared to guys who actually were in combat. But I think it is still crucial to their identities. Just as torturers are made very deliberately by being forced to undergo torture and torture their friends (COINTELPRO style) the experience of boot camp and even non-wartime military life is a way to make torturers. The things many guys have told me about growing up male, being beaten up in the locker room or whatever, sound like mini-boot camp; having some coach scream in your face and all that is just one more recipe for boxing “masculinity” inside a rather horrible shell or mask.

Jason was also excellent – as a character and as an actor. I liked the face-off moments with Professor X – both in wheelchairs, physically helpless but powerful mentally.

jhk also pointed out that the xrays in the “adamantium room” were of Yuriko and Wolverine side by side. I had not noticed that the first time but instead had been thinking “okay, enough shots of the x-rays already.” Wolverine having to fight his feminine self – he can’t become her or merge with her or love her. There is no jungian merging of anima/animus; instead a radical feminist/Iron John style of defining the self as independent from “opposition to other gender”. The opposition, the struggle of Wolverine against Yuriko, or the leaving, like Jean battles and then leaves Scott, has to take place, but that is not what defines the person. It is a necessary step – a gender battle and separation before the self-actualization is able to happen.

In fact what Scott would like to do to Jean is what Neo does to Trinity in Matrix Reloaded. There, Neo does what plots often make the male characters do. I say on purpose “what Scott would like to do to Jean”. He is so very Not neo. I also just saw “High Noon” for the first time and Neo is so very Gary Cooper. Will Kane (LOVE the names!), it’s all about him. Helen was the only other character not made of cardboard.

Also noticed that all the other actors were subtly acting like Mystique acting like themselves. And the ways that the girl in the nightdress and Jason were matching up very well – not just eye color but their expressions and i guess lighting and camera angles made it so clear they were the same person. Nightdress girl made me think of the movie “Poltergeist” which I saw bits of on someone else’s HBO in the 80s; the little girl in the white gown, traditional victim of horror who has become the channel for the horror if not the actual horror. I should look up this kid’s name and note it here.

jhk saying just a minute ago while I was in the bathtub and saying he couldn’t see what the movie was about if it wasn’t about gender and “masculine identity”. All the reviews seem to focus around the patriotism/terrorism/ fear of the different/ race/ethnicity theme. His point that gender is not in isolation; it is not just some private internal matter; it is political. I do strongly feel that if you are going to ask the questions “who am I, what can I do, what skills do I have, and what should I do with them” then gender figures very strongly into those questions, especially “who am I”. As a girl, I didn’t want to be a girl, nor did I want to be a boy. I wished the categories would just go away, or that switching back and forth were relatively effortless, painless and reversible. But I had to grow up female and deal with the limits this gave me. And I’m not talking about physical limitations but about the ways people see and interact with me based on this femaleness. I’ll know sexism is on the road to being fixed when people quit asking what gender the baby is as if it’s the most important thing to know.

Then in the car I was thinking of ways that feminist science fiction novels have teams rather than protagonists. A perfect example would be the novels of Jo Clayton – they are kind of cheesy, and always a bit the same with their very egalitarian teams. The story also has the soap opera type of long-story arc structure. Jo Clayton and (hate to say it but… Kim Stanley Robinson and many others) try to do this, and do it well, but it comes off a bit flat and dull and wholesome, like whole grain bread or chinese commune novels of the 50s — Xmen, at least in this movie, did it better, more excitingly, more elementally. A good role-playing game also has this structure, where every PC has something they do well, and they use their skills in a way essential to the plot, and they all have some way that their characters develop. I realized suddenly that the mythical archetypes of the Xmen are the Justice League are the Iliad are the Outlaws of the Marsh are the Mahabhara

jhk is now rather disturbingly in love with Pyro, smoldering James Dean of the mutants.

“Is everyone blind? Are we the only ones who see how good it is? Do stupid people still get something out of this?” he asks me. I don’t know… I imagine a lot of people come away with nothing much more than “Mystique is fucking hot and kicks ass”, but maybe some goodness seeps through their pornographic fetishization of women’s anger and competence.

Oh and did I mention that Mystique is fucking hot and kicks ass and it’s really sexy how she can do everything and is godlike?

I wish they had brought out a little bit of mom-child dynamic between her and Nightcrawler, it would be cool if she knew he was her kid, and just didn’t tell him and had her own very cerebral take on the situation and the non-relationship. I can’t really talk here because I haven’t read the comic books… As for Nightcrawler, I was bouncing in my fluffy seat when he was going “Heilige maria, mutter gottes” it sounded so cool to hear “mother goddess” in there.

Wolverine is “a hero” and you can see the story as being about him or centered around him and his identity search (which I see as heavily involved with but not “about” gender). But he is no Will Kane (see my previous notes about X2). For some reason here I also think of Gene Wolfe and the Shadow/claw series. Severian is very Will Kane and very Neo (really, Neo is very Severian).

jhk just came in from where presumably he was frantically writing some crazed essay on gender, Iron John, and X2, and said sheepishly, “All right, I guess it’s not a no-typing weekend, we can’t keep it up”. No duh! He is so cute.

Hope someone has comments on all this (other than L’s “you are a pompous ass and everything is not about gender” which I feel might be coming. )