Back to having a life ...
Some months ago my very attractive partner was watching a DVD about fans at a Farscape conference. He snorted at the sight of a pudgy Zhann clone making a sci-fi reverance and said, "I just don't understand fandom. How can people get that much into things?"
I gave him a look. "J," I patiently explained, "We are the rulers of an imaginary country."
It was all too true. J&I were the King and Queen of an SCA Kingdom, and would spend six months travelling the length and breadth of our demesne with crowns in our carry-on luggage. To a girl who grew up travelling the length and breadth of Europe with black tights and Nick Cave tickets in her backpack, it's still all a little weird.
Eleven and a half years ago, one of my beloved friends tricked me into attending an SCA event. I had spent my whole teens and twenties being too cool for D&D and gently smiling at the people who thought historic re-enactment was fun. Thanks to Coco, in the space of one weekend, my life went from hanging out with bands and loving Post Modernism to hanging out with fighters and knowing more than a sane person should about Renaissance fashion.
And yet ... despite the fact that it's all completely mad, I love the people. And I love the actual politics, the rules, the laws, the structures. I'm good at it. My friends are good at it. Hence a blog, which will doubtless have some aspects of the dress diaries and so on that have seen me follow my peer group lemming-like to Blogger, but will also contain a lot of musings on the nature of the SCA and its various parts. Plus I have to get the last six months down in some form of diary before I forget everything. Although first I have to grab some more sleep, sleep is good!
I gave him a look. "J," I patiently explained, "We are the rulers of an imaginary country."
It was all too true. J&I were the King and Queen of an SCA Kingdom, and would spend six months travelling the length and breadth of our demesne with crowns in our carry-on luggage. To a girl who grew up travelling the length and breadth of Europe with black tights and Nick Cave tickets in her backpack, it's still all a little weird.
Eleven and a half years ago, one of my beloved friends tricked me into attending an SCA event. I had spent my whole teens and twenties being too cool for D&D and gently smiling at the people who thought historic re-enactment was fun. Thanks to Coco, in the space of one weekend, my life went from hanging out with bands and loving Post Modernism to hanging out with fighters and knowing more than a sane person should about Renaissance fashion.
And yet ... despite the fact that it's all completely mad, I love the people. And I love the actual politics, the rules, the laws, the structures. I'm good at it. My friends are good at it. Hence a blog, which will doubtless have some aspects of the dress diaries and so on that have seen me follow my peer group lemming-like to Blogger, but will also contain a lot of musings on the nature of the SCA and its various parts. Plus I have to get the last six months down in some form of diary before I forget everything. Although first I have to grab some more sleep, sleep is good!
posted by Miss D at 1:33 am
4 Comments:
Thanks to Coco, in the space of one weekend, my life went from hanging out with bands and loving Post Modernism to hanging out with fighters and knowing more than a sane person should about Renaissance fashion.
Hee. Well, what else are friends for but to drag you into the SCA?
Make you hot chocolate when you have a cold, do your buttonholes, make smutty innuendoes ... LOTS of things!
You've succumbed to blogness, which I salute. When I get time I'll read the Stormhold rant, but it is so much better when you do it in person.
That's only because I do the actions ... Not so much a rant, more a statement of hope in a context of doubt. If everyone (or almost everyone) can let their good sides run free for a while it will be fantastic. However, the minute someone decides it should be "all about meeee!", crash and burn, again ... Least it won't be this B&B, they are too sane and useful.
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