I remember talking to my mother and seeing Snow White and wondering if there’d ever be Chocolate Brown or something like that. But my parents were very good at making sure I had dolls that looked like me, and books with brown children in them, and birthday cards with brown children on them. They were very aware. When you discount a child from fantasy, it’s a very strong statement. You think, Wow, somebody made an entire movie with elves, and trees that talk, and things that fly, and there was no room for me.
Anika Noni Rose in Vanity Fair. (Interview by Alex Beggs; Photographs by Justin Bishop.)
That awkward moment when Diablo shows up to your religious protest
This reminds me of an old story I heard from a friend. One year, an anime con was being held the same weekend as a Bible Conference. This dude in an Ifrit costume, stilts and all, gets into the elevator, all hunched over, on his way down to the lobby. Before he could reach the lobby, the elevator stopped on another floor. Two old ladies clutching bibles were about to step on when they see this giant red demon-creature.
And in his deepest voice he says, “Going down?”
They shrieked and ran off to find another elevator.
oh boy I have a story to contribute. On Saturday I was on my way to London Film and Comic Con as Abaddon from SPN. I’d upgraded the prosthetics (a decapitation wound that was actually sewn up with a suturing needle) and covered myself in fake blood before realising I was going to have to travel through London like this. I didn’t want to freak any nice people out so wore a scarf hijab-style to cover it all up.
Cut to me being singled out by an evangelical Christian outside the tube station (I think because of my punk clothes?) who tried to give me a homophobic pamphlet and shouted “you’re going to hell the way you’re living.”
Without skipping a beat I lifted up the scarf and replied “Darling. Been there, done that. They made me Queen”
He jumped back in horror, I strolled on. The only thing that could have made it better would have been an M.I.A. soundtrack.
And this, ladies and gentlemen, is why I marshal for SlutWalk Philadelphia dressed in fetishgear. Because those who are repressing their kinks don’t dare approach Me, and those who are genuinely confused are terrified that it might be catching!