On Saturday, April 25, 2015, I attended my fourth C2E2.
Due to financial constraints and employment obligations, I went only the one
day. I suppose this makes me a bad geek, but I do need to eat. Nevertheless, I
felt I would be remiss if I didn’t write something in response to the
experience, even though I know it could hardly be said to be indicative of the
whole weekend. That’s part of why I have taken my time in posting this essay; I
wanted to reflect on the experience to make it more than a reactive, emotive
jumble and to emphasize that this represents my experience and no one else’s.
I got my worst C2E2 experience out of the way years
ago when I attended my second one with an ex who insisted on going “to try and
be interested in what interests you.” I thought this was very sweet and
considerate until I’d spent an hour dragging him around (sometimes literally)
as he mocked, ridiculed, or showed aggressive disinterest in every aspect of
the convention. This was the tone for the whole day. Anytime I tried to explain
something, I was interrupted with a dismissive, “I don’t care.” If I was
excited about something, he didn’t even smile. I missed half of the panels I’d
scheduled to see because he sullenly insisted on whiling away time in the food
court. In retrospect, this should have been a huge red flag that the
relationship was doomed. Perhaps I’ll use C2E2 as a testing ground for
relationships in the future, but probably not because I don’t want to run the
risk of something like that happening again.
In one respect, aggregations of comic book fans remind
me of Pride Festivals. I may not enjoy or even agree with everything on
display, but I appreciate that it’s there. Regardless of whatever stigma may
exist everywhere else, like-minded individuals can gather together and share
the world as if they are the norm. An outsider status gives way to a communal
spirit over interests that are seen as odd at best and worthy of ridicule and
harassment at worst. I wonder if this is why so many gay people are drawn to
superheroes.
This falls apart rather quickly, of course, given how
fractious both communities can be and the fact that no one ever died because he
was wearing a Superman shirt. Geeks and gays may both be victims of bullying,
but only one of those groups faces a death by stoning in some countries just
for existing. There’s also the sad fact that geeks and gays can be incredibly
racist. However, the opportunity to breathe a sigh of relief and live even for
a few hours as if the world were a more inclusive place is a welcome fantasy.
The other thing that struck me about C2E2 was the
diversity of the crowd. While representation in the marketplace may be quite
low, and indeed there was only one non-white person among all the people I saw
at panels and discussions, the crowd is as diverse as ever. Like repurposed
religious icons, some of the world’s most popular characters were suddenly the
ethnicity and mode of expression of every facet of society. Latina Lokis,
cross-dressing members of the Bat-family, and a Muslim Agent Scully were all
part of the panoply of C2E2 2015. Have you been waiting for a black Spider-Man
or Captain America? Look no further! There are dozens. It’s wonderful.
Here’s a brief rundown of the panels I attended,
because I feel like this information ought to go somewhere. At 11:00 a.m., I
went to Breaking into Comics and Staying In! which was about as disheartening
as you could expect it to be. I’m keeping this blog going anyway. The better
part of the afternoon was spent in line for and seeing Kick-Ass Women of S.H.I.E.L.D.,
one of only two panels I saw all day to feature a minority (the lovely Ming-Na Wen). In
retrospect, I probably should have sat that one out to walk the showroom floor
but the friends with whom I went very much wanted to see it and I will admit
that it was enjoyable. I finished the day with How to Be a Nerd for a Living.
Obviously, the highlight for me personally was the
Geeks OUT panel, Geeks OUT Presents: Queerators. It was for this reason that I
chose to attend on Saturday instead of Sunday or Friday and was an excellent
experience. The moderator, Steve Disme, provided a brief biographical
introduction for each panelist before opening the floor to questions. This gave
the panel as a whole a very friendly, open vibe that made it feel more like a
conversation than a chance for professionals to recite rote nuggets of wisdom
or try to sell merchandise that deserves more publicity. The panelists were
John Jennison, Jennie Wood,
Chad Sell, and JD Glass. Naturally,
there was the odd question that didn’t deserve attention or threatened to
derail the entire presentation, but Mr. Disme handled these hiccups with humor
and aplomb. I look forward to catching up on his Comic Book Queers podcast. In
the end, a lively and insightful discussion was had about the status of LGBT
creators in the comics field and I was exposed to the work of creators of whom
I was previously unaware, which is something I always appreciate.
All of the panelists shared similar narratives of how
each of them became interested in comics in the first place; namely, curiosity
in childhood eventually waned before rediscovering comics in college and/or
adulthood. Mr. Jennison shared a particularly vivid memory of attending a flea
market in Maine with his grandmother and finding Marv Wolfman’s Teen Titans among all the merchandise. Love & Rockets was also singled out
by everyone as either a series to recommend or what brought him or her back to
comics.
Since the younger, alternate-universe version of one
of the oldest members of the X-men coming out of the closet had only made news
a few days prior to the convention, I think many of us were still processing
that information. The figure of Iceman did not loom nearly as large as I had assumed
he would have, literally or figuratively. The biggest Marvel news of the
weekend was the upcoming Secret Wars reboot of their entire universe. Mr. Disme
dismissed the topic out of hand at the Geeks OUT panel with a curt, “I don’t
want to have this discussion.”
This did lead to a lively conversation at the panel
about which is better: introducing new gay characters or reinventing existing
characters as gay. Everyone readily agreed that regardless of the
circumstances, the character should come first and his or her (or other)
sexuality should be incidental to a good story. Ms. Glass warned about the rise
of tokenism and Mr. Sell mentioned how readers, gay and straight, can react
negatively to a co-opted character. Ms. Wood encouraged the audience to write
the stories that we want to read. There was a lack of contention but no
shortage of opinions.
I had the privilege of personally interacting with
Chad Sell and Jennie Wood, and found them both to be incredibly warm and
charming people. I encourage everyone to seek their work out and promise that
it will be featured in posts here in the future.
At the end of the day, my friends and I had a drink at
the hotel bar that had been repurposed as the CBR Lounge. Enjoying a beer with
two Wonder Women (Womans?) and the Thing is inherently funny to me. Also, I
don’t need an excuse to get a drink. I’d been handing out cards to promote this
site all day and left one near my tip for the bartender, which warranted an odd
look, and I desperately hoped he didn’t think I was hitting on him. He wasn’t
my type. Thankfully, this was the closest thing to a sour note for the whole
day. And who knows? Maybe he was one of the eight pageviews I had in the
immediate aftermath of that weekend.
Unfortunately, I did not plan as well as I should have
and did not get the chance to do as much shopping as I would have liked. I was
actually running from booth to booth as lights were turned off and blankets
thrown over merchandise, leaving my friends in the dust as I cried out to
creators to speak with me or sign something or sell me something. At one point
I simply took a handful of the aforementioned cards, threw them in the air, and
hoped people would notice them. I didn’t even bother trying to find anything on
my shopping list, which includes items for which I have been searching for a
decade or more. Even if The Minx #3 continues
to elude me, it was exhilarating and incredibly fun.
I realize that this has been pretty scattershot, even
with all the time I’ve taken to craft it. I’ll probably expand half of the
points I’ve made here into essays of their own in the future. In the end, this
is all that matters: It was fun. Yes, there were experiences that made me think
and conversations worth deconstructing and troubling aspects that may never go
away. All in all, I had a good time. There are things that happened during that
day that I will recall with a smile. What more can I really ask for?