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SHarecon: The Aftermath
This is long, very long, but gives my recounting of my time at SHarecon 2004.
Dressed in my SH shirt, my jeans, Starsky Adidas, and wearing my handcuffs, I waited for Jen to arrive at my house. I was overly excited and couldn’t wait to leave. Jen picked me up at my house at 8:30AM to set off for con. She took in my art collection and looked through my zines before we left. She also suggested I bring along my SH dolls (complete with Starsky in Hutch’s clothes and Wonder Woman’s boots). It was a good idea, except my memory is terrible. I took them from their place in the bedroom over to the chair and sat them down, promptly walking out without them. Happily, though, the way I laid them down was Starsky on top of Hutch, so at least they had a nice time in my absence. Off to con!
We arrived in Beltsville (which isn’t really Beltsville) around 3PM. Unpacking quickly became “must go to Target to get sticky tape for our door.” The door was quickly put up (this year’s theme “Starsky and Hutch—We’ve been dating a long time.” Complete with younger/older SH) and we set off for the BWI airport to pick up Bella. Well, we found the airport, but getting back was a different story. New York is not between DC and Baltimore, as we soon found out. Through the toll booth twice, we were set on the right road again and got back to the hotel around 6PM. That’s where we picked up Sel, our fourth roommate. Linda C delivered her to our room and told us that Sel was a little nervous. We assured her that it wouldn’t last long. To Outback!
Mapquest directions are terrible and should never be followed. Outback directions aren’t much better. After believing that we were indeed lost again, I pointed out the Outback “right there” as we pulled into a shopping center. I brought along slash to read aloud and we split the stories between Jen and I. We split them mainly because I needed to eat, but also because I read the filtered version of scenes, since I don’t say certain words (totally random words, too, since I’ve never had a problem with saying other, more sexual words). We didn’t manage to shock many people this time around, but the waiter did ask Jen if we were okay since we were laughing more than deemed “normal.” Ah, normality. I remember it from the distant past.
We rounded off the day with a lobby meeting of all the early con-goers. We talked and followed the baseball scores and just revved up for the con to begin the next morning. All I remember clearly is Dawn talking about baby names, Carol talking about accents (by the way, I love her Boston accent), and me bouncing off the walls with energy. I blame it on the cheesecake. By 1AM, we excused ourselves to our room and slept soundly.
Sel, Jen, Bella, and I went to the free hotel breakfast. It was acceptable, acceptable as Starsky would say. Then we went in to pick up our registration packets. I got one of my favorite key chains in the packet, too. Then we headed out to the lobby to rest and wait for panels to begin. I set forth on the con zine, specifically the VP Parody, because Flamingo said I would be mentioned in it. I was not only mentioned, I’m a plot point. However, next time Starsky accuses me of having an affair with his lover, maybe I can give him more of a run for his money. After my doomed affair with Hutch, we headed off to the movie cameo panel (AKA: Older SH, Hotness). They were so married, so very very married, and I was only more than happy to bask in that. Flamingo’s pimp hat was also a highlight. It was a sight to behold.
We went to the dealer’s room to pick up zines and the like. I got both parts of Evolution as well as Paula’s slash collection and then went over to see my zine in print. No matter how many times I write stories or whole novels, there’s just something special about seeing it lying on a table at con and in print. I also picked up the last two zines from Joyce. This means that aside from one zine (which has a plot I’m not quite ready to read) I own all the slash zines carried out by Lionheart. Since I already own every zine carried out by Linda, it seems fitting. This was the time when I did my preliminary walk through of the art and charity auction items. I got a print of the Blue Eyes, Blue Jeans cover as well as a color print from Lorraine B. Determined that I couldn’t let Sel’s MPREG toon go without a fight, I bid on it. It was with sadness that I was outbid (doubling my bid). Sel assures me that I can get a print, so I was relieved. The originals in the art auction were amazing. Color illos from Murder on San Carmelitas, Labyrinth, as well as pencil portraits that Sockii did of Starsky and Hutch. They were very large, very detailed, and very beautiful. I opened the bidding on it and was in competition with MamaBird.
The charity auction pieces were amazing as well. The SH Game, which I’ve been trying to get for three years, a reproduction of the Brass Bed poster, two pictures of the boys from the premiere (my beautiful older boys), and playing cards that Sharon had the guys sign (I’m bad at that, not even noticing they were signed until right before the auction). All these items were in my sights for the auction.
The canon versus fanon panel was wonderful in the sense that we could all get the discussion of the topic in the open with face to face interaction. My use of the zoom function took Flamingo aback for a moment until I revealed that I was simply looking at their personnel files in Specialist and not other, more sensitive, areas.
Sel, Jen, Lyrical, Mynx, and I went to dinner at an Indian restaurant where the waiter really wanted us to leave. There was no one else in the entire place and it was quiet. Then we started playing True or Dare (more like “you must tell me the truth or else”). As our stories became more revealing, the background music began to get louder. They were trying to drown us out, I just know it. I stand by my assertion that if Starsky turns into a wolf, Hutch should start running. If Starsky turns into a mother, Hutch should REALLY start running. And my comment about the chicken dish (in the spicy sauce) was something that I was made to repeat. I tried a taste of the sauce and it was a bit spicy. “It makes my lips tingle. I was just thinking how nice this would be on Hutch’s cock. Starsky would enjoy that.” My food and sex obsession started so early in life.
Coming back to the hotel, we all went to the Sex Scenes panel then broke off into the BDSM panel (which was just getting good before we had to break up) and that meshed into the Bedtime Stories. A full night of sex with SH, who could ask for more?
I woke up to both a rush of “I’m late for breakfast” and a terror of “I just dreamed about David Soul.” That’s right, I dreamed about David and usually this is a good thing. Not this time. No, this time I didn’t get nice, pretty, sweet David. I got David Soul, mustache, in a dress and bad lipstick. I told you I’d have haunting nightmares from that video and it came true. The vidder’s breakfast was enlightening because I got to talk about programs for grabbing and manipulating source, the one thing I need help on. The lack of that is what got me into doing slideshows.
I won the second round of Torino Races, but next year we should just make it a demolition derby with the zebras. My car actually humped one of them before toppling the frightened creature. Poor, poor zebras.
All the items I bid on were lost in the charity auction. There was even a signed CD of David’s Dead Monkey play which I hadn’t seen before. I’ve always loved the back cover of that CD because there’s nothing really that can be used to describe the composition of David looking at a female backside. I figured I’d attempt to get that so that it would match the signed poster I got last year. Alas, that too was lost. So I came out of the charity auction without anything, but determined to win something for the art auction later that night.
Lorraine’s artwork from Evolution was on display, but not for sale. There are a couple of pieces that I think I’ll want a print of when they come out. I did a walk through of art pieces again and seeing that there were not a lot of things going to auction, I put in my final bids. Then it was off to a wonderful dinner with a variety of fans at the Mexican restaurant. Margaritas, good conversation, tasty food, and filtering sounds of Lyrical and Sel planning how Dobey is secretly in love with Huggy and shall bear his child. Maybe there was a little too much margaritas flowing.
Then it was back to the hotel for Shareades. Carol’s hair was my prop for Blond Blintz. Seriously, how do you act our Blintz? Jen’s performance, though, we should have gotten on tape. Only at a slash con would the gestures for “grease” turn into a full-on recreation of a blowjob. The Saturday Night Blast was about to begin!
At the awards ceremony, I got a Golden Boy award for Service to Fandom, along with my own Golden Cock (you know, since I don’t like saying penis;) I shall wear it proudly. The plays came next and they were both very funny. Then it was time for the art auction. The Starsky portrait was the first piece that I wanted which came up. Flamingo didn’t bid against me, so I got that one easily. A few pieces later, the matching Hutch portrait came up. Oh, but this time there was bidding between us. I couldn’t let it go, I had to have a matched set, so I finally won the piece. Yay! Matching art! And the first original pieces I own. The other pieces that came up were an interesting mixture and the variety of artwork was amazing to see.
The video show started with older vids, including Somebody’s Knocking and The Rose. There is nothing better than having the SH audience singing The Rose. That video is still among my favorites. Newer videos were then shown, Barb Phillips and Bliss’ vids are always a treat to watch. Then Cyanne brought up mine, Remember When. My heart was pounding, my hands were sweating, and I was so very nervous. It’s an older SH slideshow set to country music, three things that made me believe no one aside from I would enjoy it. I was wrong. I heard clapping and Bella, who was sitting in front of me, told me to stand up. What? Why? I turned around and I was getting a standing ovation, tears were flowing from many faces, and I was blown away. I’m still blown away and it’s been a few days to let it sink in. Kim said something that I will never forget. She said that she didn’t think anything could move her as much as “I Remember LA”, but this did. It’s the complete opposite, with no separation and continued togetherness, but people love it just as much as a video that I have long considered a classic. I am very, very pleased that people both enjoyed it and had an emotional reaction to it. Older SH has long been something that I will love above all else and to have others enjoy it just as much makes me happy beyond words.
The novel discussion moved from the original spot in the breakfast room to the con suite by the time I arrived. I was pleased to hear that some of the same things I was going through with writing my novel was shared with other writers. I am not alone! That changed into the “you can make your own fanzine” panel. After Kath’s really informative account, I believe that I can make an attempt at some point. I had to duck in and out to pick up my art that I won at the auction as well as other copies of my new zine. During one of the trips I snagged a David Soul in leather picture from Magnum Force. Yes, I know, David Soul in leather.
Our team won $20,000 Torino and I beat MamaBird at SH Jeopardy. I love both the boys equally, really. It’s not my fault I know David and Paul’s other roles and character names. I just like the pretty. I did not, however, get the Final Jeopardy question of the original Captain Dobey’s name. I got Richard, but I couldn’t remember the last name. Richard with the Scratchy Voice was my answer. That melded into the SH Anger discussion and was quickly turned to the Dead Dog Panel. There were problems with the hotel, but the con comm handled them very well and created a wonderful con.
When we came back from dinner at the lovely KFC I brought down tapes of the guys. We watched the David Soul documentary (“I’m Starsky, He’s Hutch”) which I had, along with the Media Tour from March (Cold Pizza is still my favorite of all of those), and watched songvids. As the people filtered out, the steadfast stayed on. Flamingo, Martha, Sel, Jen, and I stayed up until 4:30AM talking. I promise, yet again, that I will not make Starsky pregnant. (I make the same promise about Hutch, but while Starsky just laughs at my suggestion, Hutch has threatened bodily harm) We came back to the room and were met with a stopped up toilet. And what was the suggestion of the front desk? We can repeat it by heart now. “We’ll give you a plunger and you can do it yourself.” Jen stayed up to deal with the situation and while she waited for the non-existent maintenance person, she read us Murder on San Carmelitas. I fell asleep around the time buttered Starsky showed up.
The last day of con is always sad, but the Monday after last day is even sadder. We waited for Sel’s parents to arrive so that we could make sure she was safe and not alone. Her mother is so funny, but the British accent made it so much better. My favorite quote from her is “I never even thought they were bent.” And we made our other goodbyes to Sharon and Nancy and Flamingo and Dos and multiple others. The drive was very nice as I faded in and out during naps. The conversations while I was conscious were nice. I think I’m feeding Jen’s plot bunnies.
Back home, I have two injuries on my right wrist from my wrist cuff rubbing and a bruise under my right arm from some invisible force that I haven’t a clue about. Maybe I got beat up in my dreams. The art is almost all in frames (I bought large frames for my two original pieces, but haven’t had a chance to put them to use yet) and it will all go on the wall before this weekend. The zines are still sitting in my suitcase, but they’ll eventually be unpacked later tonight so that I can start reading them.
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