[Worldcon] taught me a lot of things, about writing, about people, about life. But it also let me know that I’m invisible until I’m not, and it’s never for the reasons that I want it to be. My talent, my stories, my brain, the fact that I’m a fucking person who exists and is talking, none of that matters. When I do matter, those rare occasions, it’s my tits. It’s my ability to service your dick. It’s the fact that I’m a random collection of bumps and holes that just so happen to fall into the correct schema to spark desire when someone is drunk enough to not care that I’m not hot or young.
Marlee Jane Ward on visibility.
Marlee was Australia’s DUFF delegate to Worldcon 76 in San Jose. That is, she was the individual nominated and sponsored by the Australian and New Zealand fan communities to represent them at the Worldcon. Saying that she should never have been treated this way somewhat elides the fact that no one, ever should be treated this way… but especially not when they’re representing their region at an international conference.
The sheer parochially contemptuous disrespect would be staggering if it weren’t so depressingly common…