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Sarah Waters interview at the Guardian

I had the opportunity to hit the “Fundamentals of Feminism” panel at Wiscon, consisting of four women and Sam Delany. Delany’s opening comments touched on men’s interests in the equality of women throughout history. “What do these men have to do with feminism?” he asked. “Absolutely nothing. Men cannot be feminists. Feminism is about women.”

75 pages of God’s War to go, dammit. Opened up the file, looked at the three chapters of revision I needed to do before I moved on, and closed it again. ug ug ug It’ll get there. Just waiting on responses from my second round of readers for tDW, then revisions, then I’m booting it

My duties at The Day Job (TM) have been reduced to updating our client’s database. I’m incredibly relieved about this. I keep hoping they’ll just fire me. I would love to sit at home and collect unemployment checks for a couple of months. But then, I better be careful what I wish for. The Day

I happened to be comatose when this particular subject hit the blogs, but I caught up in the hotel at Wiscon when I got wind that a piece of mpreg slash fiction made the Tiptree Award longlist (and yet, my 2004 story, Genderbending at the Madhattered didn’t make any 2004 list, long or short. I’m

And hey, I was all for it before (I have deep fears of developing Alzheimer’s. Probably every writer’s fear). Now I’m personally invested. Juvenile-onset diabetes is caused by the immune system destroying the insulin-producing beta cells in the pancreas. It can now be treated by transplanting beta cells taken from cadavers, using a technique called

She wanted back her strength, her stamina, her place at the head of legions. I used to have beautiful feet. Long, strong toes. Big, narrow feet. Size 11 feet that I could never find shoes for but that could land a front kick to the groin with elegant ease. The day before Wiscon, my feet

Hearing Joanna Russ say she’d discovered Buffy.

Jenn sends me a link like this.

Made it back to Chicago after a really great con. My ankles are a bit swollen, my feet look fat, I’m a little sleep deprived, but otherwise I’m doing well. Lots to say. More later, when I’ve gotten some sleep.