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So most of us in the SCA were total geeks when we were in school. A lot of us were bullied or picked on for our oddness. Then we came into ourselves and learned to embrace and love our geekdom. Fast forward so many years, and we find this awesome society within a society of utter and total unabashed geekdom! Our happy place in the world has been discovered! We all start out somewhere in the SCA, usually with funky makeshift garb but all full of excitement and enthusiasm! Some of us start out in the outside or the drum and dance community or just camping with our baronies because they are very friendly and don’t bat an eye at how bad your garb is. They usually are the first to talk to you and ask your names and share a drink and show you around. You fall madly in love with how awesome everything and everyone is and are hooked! Then you start to meet more and more people and decide you want to attempt better garb, or jump in and help volunteer. Then you meet more folks. You start to hearing things, people talking about stuff you are not aware of. People seem pretty passionate about whatever it all is so you decide you want to know more. The more, is what us involved players refer to as the “sausage making” Sooner or later you find that in your happy place with-in the geeks, there is a cool kids table. You eventually start noticing a social structure in which those first nice people you met are not treated the same as others. They are not taken as seriously and referred to as “fringies” or other nick names. You start becoming encouraged to steer away from them. They are not cool kids.
So how did this happen? A group of people having fun and bonding with other geeks end up with a cool kids table? Who decides what kind of geekdom or what level of geekdom makes another more cooler than the next? We got picked on and tortured in school, now we are going to turn on each other? SERIOUSLY?!?! This is why so many people pack up their toys and go home.
But none of us have to allow this mentality to win. We stand and we fight for what is right. We don’t pack up and go, we make our own table. The cool kids collective is a small bunch and are largely out numbered by the rest of us who just came here to have a good time and bond with other geeks. We stand our ground and don’t let them push us around. We stay and we have fun in spite of them. We stay and do what we love in spite of them. We never waiver or become something we are not just to fit in with them. That is how we fight.
Once upon a time, I was a member of the Society for Creative Anachronism. It’s a medieval reenactment club with membership worldwide. I was first drawn to it for the sword fighting and the wo…
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For my inaugural post I want to help walk you through the maddening and overwhelming abundance of information available to help direct your choices to happier garb. (This article desperately needs …
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I know that I describe a lot of what we do as magic, and it is! But the magic of this past weekend, oh my gods I can’t possibly convey to you how special this event was for me. Being a Known World Symposium meant we got to have access to some of the most amazing teachers in all of the Known World. I danced with Mistress Sadi Fatima and Duchess Faizah! I have been such a fan girl of these two ladies work in dance for several years, and here they were in Atenveldt teaching me and dancing with me! The most magical moment for me was in the class on Persian dance. For years I have been attracted to the dance floor, have been picking up bits and pieces of tribal style along the way. I have never been too good at it, but I did alright and was having fun with it. But I always, even before being exposed to the SCA and Tribal style have had this weird thing going on with dancing with my arms along with the songs, almost an impressionist dance style. Well Saturday after taking classes about Persian, I found my dance. In Persian dance they are telling a story, reciting a poem in the form of dance. Your extremities are doing most of the telling. This is essentially my natural form of dance. Luckily I have been dancing in goth clubs for years so my unusual way of dancing was not so unusual or frowned at. But now, around the fire at events, I am free to feel OK about this! I feel comfortable with this style of dance and it is indeed a style of dance! I felt a little high after the classes! I then went on to learn Turkish, yet another form of beautiful dance! From the classes I went on to switch into a Persian outfit I made (and slightly screwed up) and saw a good friend become elevated to the order of the Pelican. In my mind, this woman has always been a peer. After this we went onto the best feast I have ever eaten ever! And after devouring this most amazing feast it was time to dance at the Halfla! Somewhere between all of this is my giddy state I had bought those purple shiny Isis wings so that I could be a pterodactyl! Yes I am aware that I am a giant child, and I am OK with that! I danced that night with the biggest goofy grin on my face. But wait there is more! Sunday did not disappoint! I took more classes with Mistress Jadi on trance dancing work. Holy crap, that was intense! Have not experienced anything quite like that since being in a sweat lodge. I plan on exploring this further in the future. I loved this event. I will be high on the happiness I experienced at this event for quite some time!