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queenofstripes and postrodent's place, naked in front of Rik's computer.
Overall? Good con. The first one I made money at, thanks to Chris Goodwin making me come hang around behind an Artist's Alley table with him. (I find myself wondering if $10 for a sketchbook image is underpricing myself.)
I never didget to see the art show besides drifting through the reception (thanks to T' for letting me be his guest). I didn't manage to hook up with the East Coast artists as much as I would've liked to; Ursula V. was mostly a couple quick encounters and me scrawling out what I imagined would happen if she drew porn... I really need to try to make dinner plans with my fellow artists when I go to these things, damnit.
There were ups and downs, and a few stirrings of drama, but none that really hit me directly.
I had an interesting discussion with Ursula H. and Phil Morissey about making money with my art. I need to look into his suggestion of finding an agent to get me high-end magazine/advertising illustration work. A lot of my problems with making money on my art is that I don't have the faintest clue about selling myself, and I'd gladly give 10-15% to someone for doing that. It's not a skill I have, and not one I really want to cultivate. I just want to draw pretty things.
The drama that did come to get me was after the con: driving back to Boston yesterday, the cops pulled us over. Kin was weaving a little, used to neither the rental car or driving in general, and I'd just called her attention to that when the siren bleeped behind us. Either we just matched some profile for Bad People, or they were looking for something big; the single cop who pulled us over called in two others to help keep us in line as they got us all out of the car and poked through our stuff.
When they found the blinky cat ears in the suitcase, they cracked a smile. And the life-size wind-up key clinched it: we were just some seriously alien freaks, rather than drug runners or gun smugglers.
I was shaking and afraid through the whole thing, and halfway fell apart when we pulled off of the road again at the next exit. It's the first time I've ever been hassled by cops, and being Under Suspicion is no fun at all. Even when a part of your mind is analyzing the dominance game they're forcing you into, because you were playing that sort of thing the night before for fun.
Oddly enough, being called by the name on my ID was not a scary triggering thing. It was just part of the overall unpleasantness. "You're a man?" the cop asked, when I handed it over. "Yes," I said, without going into detail. If they'd asked about the stuff in my suitcase (they gave us a lot of shit about the bottle of Mixed Painkillers in Rik's things) I would've gone into detail about the trans thing, but I just didn't want to complexify things. I really need to fix as much of my ID as possible.
(PS. Our badges were all Silly Names, as we'd originally debated getting by on just one or two of them. I was 4M1S, Rik was C17LA, and Kin was Gem5. We were l33t!)
queenofstripes and postrodent's place, naked in front of Rik's computer.Overall? Good con. The first one I made money at, thanks to Chris Goodwin making me come hang around behind an Artist's Alley table with him. (I find myself wondering if $10 for a sketchbook image is underpricing myself.)
I never didget to see the art show besides drifting through the reception (thanks to T' for letting me be his guest). I didn't manage to hook up with the East Coast artists as much as I would've liked to; Ursula V. was mostly a couple quick encounters and me scrawling out what I imagined would happen if she drew porn... I really need to try to make dinner plans with my fellow artists when I go to these things, damnit.
There were ups and downs, and a few stirrings of drama, but none that really hit me directly.
I had an interesting discussion with Ursula H. and Phil Morissey about making money with my art. I need to look into his suggestion of finding an agent to get me high-end magazine/advertising illustration work. A lot of my problems with making money on my art is that I don't have the faintest clue about selling myself, and I'd gladly give 10-15% to someone for doing that. It's not a skill I have, and not one I really want to cultivate. I just want to draw pretty things.
The drama that did come to get me was after the con: driving back to Boston yesterday, the cops pulled us over. Kin was weaving a little, used to neither the rental car or driving in general, and I'd just called her attention to that when the siren bleeped behind us. Either we just matched some profile for Bad People, or they were looking for something big; the single cop who pulled us over called in two others to help keep us in line as they got us all out of the car and poked through our stuff.
When they found the blinky cat ears in the suitcase, they cracked a smile. And the life-size wind-up key clinched it: we were just some seriously alien freaks, rather than drug runners or gun smugglers.
I was shaking and afraid through the whole thing, and halfway fell apart when we pulled off of the road again at the next exit. It's the first time I've ever been hassled by cops, and being Under Suspicion is no fun at all. Even when a part of your mind is analyzing the dominance game they're forcing you into, because you were playing that sort of thing the night before for fun.
Oddly enough, being called by the name on my ID was not a scary triggering thing. It was just part of the overall unpleasantness. "You're a man?" the cop asked, when I handed it over. "Yes," I said, without going into detail. If they'd asked about the stuff in my suitcase (they gave us a lot of shit about the bottle of Mixed Painkillers in Rik's things) I would've gone into detail about the trans thing, but I just didn't want to complexify things. I really need to fix as much of my ID as possible.
(PS. Our badges were all Silly Names, as we'd originally debated getting by on just one or two of them. I was 4M1S, Rik was C17LA, and Kin was Gem5. We were l33t!)