✨️ New Year, (A lot of) New Chapters ✨️
So yeah, I've been sitting on many chapters for my "When In Alexandria" fic, trying to polish them since I've had amazing reviews on the first part last season, and I think it'll be time to share the second part very soon, as an offering to my Richonne shippers out there.
If I had to describe the fic When In Alexandria to new readers, I'd say it's a TOWL-inspired horny poetic fic set in Alexandria. ☝🏽🤓
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
For visual references ⤵️ 😌
This is still my first fic and wow, writing is so hard.
Keeping up with it is even harder.
In any case, writing isn't for the faint of heart.
But everything one learns on the way can also be impressive, and transformative.
This is definitely personal, vulnerable work, the fear of being judged, evaluated, shamed...
But whatever happen, it was made with love (and more).
It's only a fic, *yes and* it also is grueling work. To imagine, to write, but also to visit stories within the frame of Western imagination.
Some scenarii we can't escape, and it is what it is, but some others are dangerously reductive, flattening and threatening when we care about life, love and justice.
I'm not writing in my own language partly because of it (it's another story).
I believe fandoms can be amazing, I truly do. But I can't help but interrogate Black women's place in them, whether as real fans or as fictional characters. I've been late to it, because the level of violence and misogynoir in most media and fandom (every, dare I say) is baffling.
We join fandoms to share, imagine and have fun, and since they're not born in a vacuum (insert we live in a society meme here) so of course, it stings. We know this. But it doesn't diminishes the hurt. This bs world has the tendency to recycle said bs, to build and and poison our imagination.
Fic allows me to try something else.
Whatever they do, Black women, storytellers, and the characters looking like them, they always find themselves with the shorter end of the stick. Objectification, hurt, trauma, dehumanization and death are supposed to remain rites of passages, real and fictional, and the more Black women bear, the more...
There is no prize to be won.
There is neither justice, nor meritocracy, or else many a Black woman would be happy billionaires, rather than El*n Fucking M*sk.
Anyway, to cut the adhd rant short:
I love The Walking Dead, and I enjoy critiquing the show just as much.
I love Michonne, and I love Rick.
I looove Michonne, and I looove Richonne.
I hope it shows. If not, maybe next chapter?
