I’ve got a story in the works that is as I said on facebooks:
A thing i’m working on is a little post apocalypse, a little sf (very soft) with a little sauce of horror. I feel like it is spec fic. Perhaps even a bit Afrofuturist ish. A thing that I’m almost done with and after that will likely have ZERO idea where to submit because I’ve never read anything quite like it AND it has cis people upsetting things like gender fluidity as the norm and as indicated with spelling and punctuation, disabled people and no portal to or from Whiteness.
Now this is a departure from stuff I normally write but I had this wild ass idea I wanted to play with. I started with the question, what would some working class brown queers do in a post (unspecified) apocalypse where capitalism had resettled itself? I wanted to present a world where there are monsters and things are dark but not one where humanity has been regressed to clubs and grunts and learning to poop in the woods.
I also wanted to play with this idea of a sort of future tinker. But tinker not in a disparaging way, more in the holy shit you are amazing way.
There’s some other stuff but that is the gist.
I fucked up. I did something I have not done in a long time. I joined a small loose crit group and sent over the WIP in the post your WIP conversation.
Shit went fucking sideways.
The cis hets were pretending like it is impossible to understand gender fluidity being signaled by language and punctuation.
The white people (most of them in the group) couldn’t understand that these are Black people because I didn’t put neon signs and AAVE in it.
None of the crits I got were based on weird punctuation I was using, nor was it based on me signalling my main characters using ASL and me denoting it with special punctuation, none of it was based on my hella soft sf and non disclosure of what the monsters are exactly.
It was entirely gender and race.
*Insert the longest sigh here.*
None of them commented on my use of language, or remarked on me asking about the use of X punctuation vs Italics or something.
…………….crickets on literary shit.
Lots of opinions on why my scenerio is impossible that don’t involve shit like zombie references.
THIS is why the fuck I stopped joining such groups. I left a note for the mods and left.
I am close to done with the piece and would like to see it pubbed somewhere good. For to steal a Deadpool phrase, dick kicking revenge.
I dunno. Shit is exhausting y’all.
I am reminded that there are reasons things like VONA exist even if I can’t participate.
Want a bite of the thing?
Here ya go:
“Let’s retire and have some babies. Bae, really? You want to make babies with me?” They hadn’t really discussed the idea, people in their position in life generally didn’t. Babies were a time sink and not really something people who grew up in the Dirty districts of the cities thought about. Sure, they happened sometimes but it was never something to be planned, never something to be cherished. Khalid/a smiled, feeling Viola rumble and yammer her pleasure. Their head turned slightly, one slim brown hand gesturing. “Sweetie, I can’t hear you.”
My move is still full of fuck and terrible so, posting shall remain erratic until life is less bullshit.