Well, another Worldcon is in the books. It was a great con with great donuts, culminating in NK Jemisin’s acceptance speech for the Hugo for best novel. Well, it didn’t really culminate in that, for those hanging out for the closing ceremony and so on. But I had an early flight, so I went to bed and arose in the wee hours of the morning to get a cab. And it was then that I witnessed a melancholy scene. There were two groups of people engaged in drunken conversation outside the hotel, which is nothing unusual at Worldcon. But now, only one of the groups contained someone with bright pink hair and a spangly rainbow dress. The other group was three very well-dressed people sharing a wine bottle while one declaimed about “Winston FUCKING Churchill”.
It was sad, seeing San Jose being handed back to normal old wealthy people who like to yell about Churchill.
Then, on the plane home I overheard a snatch of conversation between two Worldcon-goers: “…so that’s how he found out about furries”, which cheered me up.