I went to Sister Space this weekend and it was fucking amazing. I didn’t have to devote any mental capacity to keeping an eye out for men the way I usually do and my memory was so much better for it—I met dozens of women and didn’t forget a single one of their names, even though I’m usually terrible at names.
I never thought I would actually have the courage to cut my hair short, but I did it at Sister Space and it was so easy because over half the women there had short hair. Seeing gender-nonconforming women really does encourage other women to be GNC.
Then I got home and Facetimed my parents. My dad picked up and was like “oh you got a haircut that’s neat” and then my mother saw my hair and yelled “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?” and walked offscreen. Dad said she had both hands on her head and was just standing there. I hung up.
She tried to call me back and texted to apologize, and I called her back eventually, but that reaction really sucked.
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Very smart of BP to release a picture.
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"Excuse me?" Jazz's voice echoes in the meeting room in space. She gains the attention of the heroes immediately and sees them tensing up in at her appearance.
Behind her, he swirling green portal is open, waiting for her to return.
A blond, coat wearing man, curses upon seeing her and gives a half bow. "Princess Jasmine," he speaks up, eye twitching.
"What brings you here?"
At the greeting and reveal of her title, few others fall into bows, the lady at the head of the table, wonder woman?, gives her a smile.
Her eyes pin the green skinned man to his seat, who in return tilts his head at her.
"My brothers birthday is soon," she focuses on the man again. "I'm simply here for a present."
The man tenses, another curse slipping. "Ah– king phantom, right? I wasn't aware his birthday would be so soon."
Jazz ignores him, calmly walking to the Martian and placing a picture of Mars before him.
"The tales of your people have brought much interest to my brother. He became a big fan." She tells, sharing her intentions at his light poking.
"I ask for a signature, it would make his day."
Martian Manhunter, alien hero, and once upon a time, a father even smiles. He's delighted yet feeling a deep-rooted sadness. The tales of his people continue to spread in the afterlife, it seems.
Jazz leaves quickly after, not before giving Diana a number, they are cousins after all.
Danny will love her present.
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I’m going to Sister Space this year, and I even got a friend to go with me!
This will be my first women’s festival and I am so excited! Honestly, I wasn’t sure how into radical feminist praxis my friend is, but I told her all about the festival and promised that she wouldn’t be able to swing a dead cat without hitting a lesbian and now she’s psyched for it.
I can’t wait!
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I hate the incel debate against female space marines. Former artists from GW have already confirmed that in the past it's solely been a sales decision that they didn't make any, and that was in the 80s and 90s.
(For context, I see the arguments popping up again now that Space Marines 2 is a few weeks away, usually in the comments on tik tok).
There are many lore reasons that already exist to work them in. And you wanna know a secret? If the 8 foot tall post human warrior is wearing a helmet, you'd have no idea. Good, practical armor is sexless. And all space marines are extensively modified anyway. The only real difference would be hair preferences culturally speaking, and maybe, MAYBE, some facial differences. Otherwise? All space marines would be built like a strongman competitor cranked up to eleven.
Maybe just let us have this one extra customization? It wouldn't even change gameplay, it'd be akin to using a different skin in Overwatch. It's just flavor.
For the minis, you could even use pre-existing parts from Age of Sigmars Stormcast Eternals.
And for the counter argument of "why not let Sisters of battle have men then". Okay. Let's do it. They could be men that take an oath of celibacy like monks, and are legally recognized as women after their oaths. Kind of like the Qunari Military, any sex can be a soldier, but the position of soldier is considered masculine to the Qunari. Do that in reverse, everyone is a sister of battle, including boob chest plates, because the role is feminine.
What I'm saying is, femboy sisters of battle.
If you read the whole thing, I thank you. Just getting some feelings off my chest, it's not that deep. If you don't agree, cheers. We can both agree Warhammer is awesome and go our separate ways. Have fun out there.
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