Joshua Meadows is a writer who likes video games and hates biographies. He's originally from New York City and lives in Sydney, Australia with his Australian-born boyfriend. Previously a staff writer for GayGamer.net, he has also had articles featured on WoW.com and Massively. He presently publishes an episodic sci-fi/fantasy series, Iyetra, which can be found here. If you're only here for the pictures (perv!) you may find some in various states of inebriation or travel here.
One of the most amazing things about writing — or television, or games, or films — is that we have almost god-like control over the worlds we create. We decide where and why a tree grows. We choose the course of action that our characters take. We decide if they get to complete their quest, or if they find a different objective halfway through; we decide if they don't get there at all, and you have to have a reason behind that decision.
A couple weeks ago, while I was in the middle of the first draft for Book 06 of Iyetra, I realised I had made a very grave error and left something important out of the now-published version of Book 05. I wrote, re-drafted and revised the entirety of Book 05 without realising that I'd forgotten to include an important detail regarding one of the main characters and thus defied the physics of my own universe.
Yes, yes it has. The reasons for this are varied and multi-faceted — as my free time has increasingly been consumed with other writing work I've had less and less opportunity to pick up a video game at all, much less screenshot it and compose my thoughts in a capacity that might make a long article seem sensible. Indeed, my Steam account is overflowing with games I purchased and haven't even launched, and every time I scroll through it I feel a tinge of abandonment as if that long list is made up of my tiny, forgotten digital children.
In the third part of my beleaguered recycled content series, I resurrect an article I originally wrote back in 2008 about the then-recent passage of California's Proposition 8 banning gay marriage in the state. In the wake of Obama's announcement that his beliefs on gay marriage have 'evolved' into a creature more befitting life in the 21st century, I have seen a number of discussions herald this as "the beginning of the end" of Obama's presidency — the logic being that with Bush's politicising of LGBT issues in 2004 potentially contributing to his re-election, Obama's support of gay marriage will cause a similar surge of conservatives rushing to the polls before they manage to get any gay on their clothing. More specifically, I have seen a number of references to the fact that gay marriage was banned in a liberal state such as California, so evidently this can happen anywhere. As I discussed here, however, Prop 8's passage had less to do with a swelling of conservative ire than simple lazy complacency on the part of those in the LGBT community who didn't take the issue very seriously until it was too late.
It's a reality I've learned to deal with over the years that upon reaching any level of notoriety, crazy comes out of the woodwork. That's not to suggest I'm a celebrity by any means, but I've been on the internet a long time — some of my earliest writing was on "blogs" before the word ever existed, and I've had to deal with anonymous nastiness in a variety of incarnations. Nevertheless, I have still always been willing to put myself out there; being in the spotlight combined with an opinionated and often acerbic personality means that sometimes retaliation crosses the line. This is my experiences with one such individual, Jonathan Beitel, and how he has been harassing me for the last six months.
The internet had one of its periodic explosions over something inconsequential this weekend (not Whitney Houston) which, as it's prone to do, became Massive Drama as the initial issue was exacerbated and then picked up by more mainstream awareness. In this particular example, BioWare employee Jennifer Hepler joined Twitter. If, like me, the significance of this action flew over your head allow me to explain what I've learned from my deep minutes of research into her identity.
Wherein one demure piece of criticism becomes a license for "professional" bloggers to invite the internet as a whole to harass critics.