Apparently, some group or other has put together a blacklist for some reason unknown to some event unknown of people involved with Comicsgate, and I'm on the list.
I'm flattered.┬á Seriously.┬á Most authors have a fan club. I actually have a hate club, who spend a lot of mental capital hating me, instead of finding something else to do.┬á So in actuality, they're a fan club composed of passive-aggressive failures.┬á But hey, it's still attention. So this is either an expansion of the hate club or a SECOND hate club!┬á That's pretty fucking cool.
I guess I'd be more flattered if I knew what "Comicsgate" is, and what association I have with it.┬á I mean, I can mostly guess whether a superhero is Marvel or DC from the movie ads I occasionally see on Fecesbook.┬á I'm aware there are stores that sell comics.┬á I'm aware there are collectible comics.┬á I know who the Justice League are from kid's TV. I know the guy who builds the officially licensed Batmobiles.
That's about it.
I don't read comics, write comics, write about comics, collect comics or notice comics. So it's a bit of a surprise to find out I apparently have a political opinion about comics that is unpopular enough and visible enough to get me pre-banned from something or other comic related, which I'm still not aware of any details about.
As far as attending whatever event this is, the rules would be the same as for any other event.┬á There's Category A, which are a handful of cons I pay to go to, and have since the 1980s, when I have the time, to hang out with friends and do nothing, though I'm happy to sign books if people ask me to.┬á Then there's Section 2, which means you're either letting me show up as a vendor, and have a market I can derive income from thereby, or you're paying my gas/airfare, hotel and per diem, to cover the loss of professional writing time I'm losing for those 3-5 days. As the famous advice says, "Fuck You, Pay Me."
Oh, and there's Division c: DragonCon, which I pay to attend as guest and vendor because it's a huge fucking orgy of profit, Scotch tasting, cosplaying, paneling, and evenings with my wife and our girlfriend.
So banning me from whatever you think you're banning me from is about like telling me I'm not welcome at the Live Agenda Studies Poetry Night at the Local Liberal Arts College Coffee Shop In Seattle. (I live in Indiana.)
Bitch, I'll be fine.
One favor, though, please: Let me know ahead of time that you're blacklisting me so I can share it, because that's marketing fucking gold to the people who are actually capable of, and actually do, read my BOOKS. Not comics.
Not that I have anything against comics, you understand.┬á I just don't move in that circle.