In Which I Solicit Your Opinions On Fandom

Guess which fandom I belong to

More specifically, passing beloved fandoms down to youths (or, conversely, failing to do this! What happens when your fandoms just don’t TAKE? How does that make you FEEL?)

 

 

 

From my Facebook plea:

Friends! Nerds! Countrywomen! (and also dudes i ~guess~) ūüėČ

 

I’m writing an article for The Learned Fangirl on passed down fandoms, and I wanted to know if you’re interested in being interviewed! Doesn’t have to be your kid, just has to be *a* kid — your little sibling, your cousins, kids you babysit for. I’ll take any and all fandoms (right now I’ve got people for Doctor Who, Marvel comics, and Star Wars, but I’m into duplicates) and I just wanna know things like

 

  1. ¬†How did you get into this fandom (how old were you; if it’s a fandom that’s been around for a while, did someone you looked up to get you into it?)
    2. What was your padawan’s initial reaction to the show/movie/comic book (you see what i did there)
    3. How do you address the more ~problematic~ elements of a given fandom with impressionable young minds, particularly from a feminist standpoint? (Moffat’s fuckery on DW, the Leia slave girl bikini thing; the dearth of diversity and representation in general, WHY ISN’T THERE A FEMALE DOCTOR YET)
    4. Does experiencing your fandom with a newbie change things for you?
    5. What fandomy things do you do together? Cosplay? ComiCon? Do you write fan fiction together? Or write your own comics?

PLZ AND THANK U

Reach out to me at christinatesoro@yahoo.com if any of this appeals to you!

Baring it all, etc

Naked for Cosmo

When I was in high school, I started a feminist club called F.A.T.E. The acronym makes me cringe now (“Female Advancement and Teen Empowerment” — I meant well, at least?) but anyway — one of the things we did each year was create posters for Love Your Body Day (which, if I remember correctly, was October 19th.) Still, even with the best of intentions, it took me much longer than that to really internalize the Love Your Body message. Sometimes I still struggle with it.

I’m doing better, though, and today¬†Cosmo ran a piece I wrote called Why I Love Being Naked.

I started to look in the mirror, every single day, with deliberate and positive thoughts…These are my thighs, I thought, strong and brown, firmer in the summer months when I spend hours walking and running and dancing. These are my hips, wide like my grandmother gave me. “Childbearin’ hips,” as if that were not a choice but a given. This is the little pouch of my belly where my love of cupcakes and French fries resides; my skin is softest here. Here are my breasts, with stretch marks creeping across the tops of them like ivy; I’m told I have a lovely d√©colletage.

Gettin’ there.

I interviewed Monica Byrne about The Girl in the Road

9780804138840_custom-2db3dd196e9404af7d78ed7129bbccff56252bf3-s1200-c15Way back in January, era of cold snowy misery, I read¬†The Girl in the Road by Monica Byrne, and it blew me away. You may remember me flailing about it here. Well, it seems I’m getting kinda good at this being-a-working-writer thing, this leaning-in, pitching-like-a-shark thing, because when I learned that one of my friends, Laura, actually grew up in the same town, instead of feeling awed and shying away, I said “Hey! I’d love to interview her.”

And, readers, I did.

Continue reading I interviewed Monica Byrne about The Girl in the Road

gyno horrorshow

Hey, look. I’m quoted in Women’s Heath Magazine!

Some other fun things that are cervix adjacent:

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10.28.14

Honeyballs or, more poetically (and Italian-ly), “struffoli”

Trying to Outrun The Holidays (Before They Even Start)

Be thin, they say, be
fit (a thing to do, not have.)
                                          (no, never)

But it’s getting dark
so much earlier.

Soon there will be candy, cookies
cake. Mashed potatoes;
baked. Turkeys; cider;
Deedee’s struffoli,
besprinkled in rainbows;
seven-kinds-of-fish.

The sun is sluggish,
it doesn’t want to get up
or out of bed. Still
the alarm is set. It’s getting dark
so early now. The park
in the dark is scary. Bad things
happen to girls in the park
in the dark. But
(you must)
fit, they say. Get up
out of bed and in the dark,
run.

10.02.14

On Getting Into Arguments With Men

It must be nice to
throw around words like flowers
like they’re made of fluff

and fresh growing things,
so natural, existing
and welcome, always.

How nice to know in
your bones, you’re right, not ANGRY
or UNREASONABLE —

But right, and real, too:
the way stones are right and trees
are real. How lovely

to be so filled
with quiet steady sureness
to live on such a sunny,
sweet plateau.