I’m a white, thirty-something woman from inner-city Brisbane, Australia, so when I sat down with a few friends—none of whom are black, let alone American—on Friday night and queued up the first few episodes of Luke Cage, there was more than a little bit of culture shock.
From the various odes to prominent Harlem hip hop and jazz artists to name drops of historically important black activists, there were multiple moments where I felt I was outside the conversation looking in.
And I was, which is fantastic.
I did a thing and it is very terrifying and exciting but mostly terrifying. Here, have some facts:
For those not sure, Patreon is a site that gives people like you the ability to pledge money to people like me so that I can write self-indulgent queer shit and pay my rent at the same time. This is awesome for a number of reasons:
- I won’t end up homeless and adopting stray cats under the go-between bridge*
- You guys get to get up close and hilariously personal with my creative process which is Very Serious and Totally Not Just Me Sculling Coffee And Crying About Gay Protagonists
- I finally start writing the dozen or so ideas I have for serial fiction that have been banking up in my brain like an aneurysm waiting to happen
- Did I mention there was going to be a lot of queer shit?
So hoist yourself up onto this crazy train, my dudes! If nothing else I’m sure to be an entertaining source of schadenfreude.
*I will instead stick to old habits and drunkenly adopt them into my apartment
In an effort to lighten this blog up a bit, I asked my friends for some funny post ideas. One of my oldest bros came through with, “write about that time you nearly died because of the spider”.
Because nothing’s funnier than close shaves with death.