Pink Elephant spotted in hotel lobby during LosCon
To wit:
Person is a (somewhat) local fan with whom I've chatted before. We aren't friends per se, but shall we say, friendly acquaintances. Person is quite clearly M to F. Which, hey, their body, their right.
Nevertheless, it struck me as more than a little contradictory -- if not downright hypocritical -- for Person to make tittery (yes, my hand to ghod, tittery) comments about my skin condition (an autoimmune thing, similar to lupus, and NOT contagious).
This is what I mean when I say I come away from extended forays into LA fandom feeling like I'm the wrong sort of circus freak. And it's not not a boatload of people at LosCon have no idea who I am.
Between that and the fans who wouldn't dream of demanding to know why their fellow fans use scooters (because that's acceptable within the Big Fannish Tent) thinking they have a right to know my medical history, I come away feeling more alienated and misfit than ever.
I actually had somebody suggest I do a Disabilities in Fandom panel to help educate my fellow fans. Really? Is that my only purpose within fandom? To be a teachable moment?
So that essentially sums up my Loscon experience this year. There were panels. There were parties. And there was a giant-ass pink elephant in a tutu parked on a sofa in the lobby for the entire weekend.
I will likely attend LosCon next year, only because Emma Bull is a guest and I adore Emma Bull. Beyond that? Not playing that no mo'.
Oh and look, I didn't even have to DIE to release myself. How 'bout that?
Current Mood: 
cynical 
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
fiftyplus's Friends Page
chipper