So I'm gearing up for the fabulous annual San Diego Comic Book Convention. I went once, a billion years ago and then had a billion year gap for no real reason, before returning again. Four years ago, a friend convinced me to go down (pros get in free and I'd just become one so, for gas/motel fare, it was a no brainer.) and it was great. Awesome. Everything one might expect and more.
For "folks like us" what some might call geeks or, if they're being cruel, nerds or poindexters or whatever, this is Mecca. It is, literally, the one place and time where a person's Green Hornet fetish is not only allowed but celebrated and applauded. You want to spend ten hours debating whether a battlestar can take a Galaxy class Federation warship or Imperial Star Destroyer? Brothers and sisters, this is the place. No one will bother you or judge you or look down their nose. You are free.
Now, for me and some others, this is not just a fun fest and a chance to meet usually distant friends for food and mockery, it is also a place to hawk our wares and get set up with gigs and contacts for the ensuing 12 months. A working trip, like all trade conventions. So I'm sitting here triple checking the GENRE 19 project (and , no, I haven't forgotten to give updates on the "Hollywood" stuff. It's coming and mostly still good.) and I'm thinking why should this event and those scattered few that are like it be the little points of light on the social map for folks like us?
We are everywhere after all. Nearly everything anybody uses to get anywhere or sell anything or build anything or even communicate with someone was invented by a geek. Not everything but nearly. And you know it. And, as for dreams and aspirations, well, come on. Who puts those down on paper? Us. That's right. Us.
For myself, I was never particularly shy about my genre-philia. Like the homosexual who never bothered to find a closet, I've been an Out Geek since birth. When I see all the others like myself laughing and talking and, I'm sure, meeting soulmates, at this event it makes me a little bit sad. So many of them seem so relieved to, just for this short time, actually get to be themselves, as they are, inside. Why? Why should they spend 360 days of the year in a mask and 5 being themselves? Geeks run this world. Both physically and in the dreaming. We make it. Who can prove otherwise? Of all the "minority" groups that I could claim to be part of, Geek is my proudest and deepest affiliation. Geeks rule. Regardless of age, creed, color, nationality or gender we effin' RULE.
So, if you are one, wherever you are, KNOW that. You're not alone. You're not unusual (well, not in a bad way). There are lots of us out here and we throw the weirdest parties. And we're waiting. It's not only okay to be you. It's something to bite into and devour while the juice runs down your chin. Something to celebrate, baby.
So. Don't be shy. Don't wait for an event.
Wherever you are.
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