Great post. I'm sorry that this happened to you. I've never had problems in comic Book stores, but then, I don't exactly frequent them either.
But gaming - ah, I know all about that. I'm Robin Wood, and did a fair amount of illustration for the gaming industry at one time. (Covers for Dragon Magazine, and so on.) So I used to go to GenCon, the big gaming convention that was held in Lake Geneva back in the day.
I'd be sitting behind my table, and young men and boys would constantly come up to me and say, "Robin Wood! He's my favorite! When's he going to be back?"
I would tell them I was Robin Wood, and about half would be horribly embarrassed that they had assumed I was male. The other half, though, would say, "No you're not!"
One was really vehement, and kept assuring me that he'd seen Robin earlier behind the table, and described my husband. Finally I suggested he leave until Michael got back, and I was sure he'd be able to help the kid with whatever he wanted.
When Michael returned, I barely had time to tell him about the kid before he was there, holding out his program book, and begging for an autograph. He also told him, (giving me a dirty look) that he didn't know who that woman was, but he knew she wasn't Robin.
Michael signed his book, "Michael Short, ha ha." And he left looking very puzzled.
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But gaming - ah, I know all about that. I'm Robin Wood, and did a fair amount of illustration for the gaming industry at one time. (Covers for Dragon Magazine, and so on.) So I used to go to GenCon, the big gaming convention that was held in Lake Geneva back in the day.
I'd be sitting behind my table, and young men and boys would constantly come up to me and say, "Robin Wood! He's my favorite! When's he going to be back?"
I would tell them I was Robin Wood, and about half would be horribly embarrassed that they had assumed I was male. The other half, though, would say, "No you're not!"
One was really vehement, and kept assuring me that he'd seen Robin earlier behind the table, and described my husband. Finally I suggested he leave until Michael got back, and I was sure he'd be able to help the kid with whatever he wanted.
When Michael returned, I barely had time to tell him about the kid before he was there, holding out his program book, and begging for an autograph. He also told him, (giving me a dirty look) that he didn't know who that woman was, but he knew she wasn't Robin.
Michael signed his book, "Michael Short, ha ha." And he left looking very puzzled.