James Tiptree, Jr.
Tiptree was liberated
from a marmalade jar(from the blurb on the dust jacket)
Alice Sheldon
the two were one
Alice swiped Tiptree good artists copy a genius steals loosely quoting Picasso
Robert Silverberg a noted editoran accomplished scifi writer
wrote in his introduction for Tiptrees Warm World and Otherwise It has been suggested that Tiptree is a
female, a theory that I find absurd, for there is to me something ineluctably
masculine about Tiptree’s writing.
hence unperturbed
Alice was James
he felt it was a gawddamn shame
she had to cop a male pseudonym to garner respect in a Mans World(that
crumbling Titan Colossus of Rhodes edifice to Helios bestride the harbor mouth forcing
the world to pass between his legs
(if that didnt sound like a woman hed eat your hat(from between your womans legs)
(if that didnt sound like a woman hed eat your hat(from between your womans legs)
unfortunately that was the time a vibrant White mans worldwhere he was the superior race
the superior sex
doing his best Mae West impression Careful boys sperm banks are filled-to-overflowing We had to hire extra help to mop up the sloppy excess
the superior sex
doing his best Mae West impression Careful boys sperm banks are filled-to-overflowing We had to hire extra help to mop up the sloppy excess
their seed isnt as valuable as
they liked to think
more so now with genetic testing
their conceit is bound to be pricked
oh boy conceit isnt genetic its a failing of the individual
he was reading a collection of Tiptrees short stories Her Smoke Rises Up Forever
Christ she did write like a man(hopefully Silverberg didnt feel foolish or fooled when she was outed) yet he was utterly confident she rather wrote exactly as she wantednot mimicry in her own voice
she didnt kowtow(he
had experience with strong womenwhod want less)
he was confident the prevailing counterargument would be Then why did she write as James Tiptree, Jr.(you have to love their blind arrogancetheir incessant whitewashing You dont wash like they ever did laundry darkies and whites togetherOoh did I say darkies I meant darks darks would stain the whites they were conspickuously arrogant Oohthats choice Can I borrow it)
and somewhere off in his distant coloured musings he imagines Mae West snarling insatiable ripping cocks out by their roots(ohplease) tossing them over her shoulderfirmly saying Theres not a real man among themnot one Whats a girl to do
write scifi
if he had fortune to know Alice he would haveat the very least asked her why she didnt assume Sr. the original to Jr. the Origin
currently he was reading The Man Who Walked Home a title that appealed to himaffected him
he walked everywherehe wasnt prone to sitting on his ass unless he was writing
he wrote during the morninghe had been since the year before when some unknownundiagnosed malady waylaid him and late into this year now incongruent he still marveled at its pain
he was nearly painless now
The Man Who Walked Home
. . the wrong man in the most wrong of all wrong places in that unimaginable collapse of never-to-be-reimagined mechanism . .
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