POMEgranate Magazine

POME Does San Diego!

I have a confession to make: I have never wanted to go to San Diego Comic Con. It’s mostly a personal hangup: I hate massive crowds, I am not interested in meeting or seeing most celebrities, and I very seldom have a large chunk of money to spend on travel and multiple large purchases. (I prefer to irresponsibly spend my rare discretionary funds in smaller, more impulsive batches.) “Why travel all the way to beautiful Southern California to check out some comics when there are amazing conventions all over my region of the country?” I thought. 

That all changed when this year, POMEpress was nominated for a Prism award for Group Chat, an anthology about friendship and found family that features many stories by queer creators of LGBTQ+ young people getting through life with one another’s help. With some very handy luck and a little bit of help from the kind folks at Prism, I, POME’s resident West Coaster, was sent to represent our little coven at the Prism Awards and SDCC. Despite my reservations, I was excited to talk to new people about POME, and to meet my fellow nominees, who all have done incredible and important work in comics. What I did not know was that I was about to have one of the best experiences of my adult life. 

Whether you’re a skeptic like I was, or a curious fan who wants to know what all the fuss is about, please enjoy this little recap of Babby’s First San Diego Comic Con. 

Day 0

The original Good Bad Guy, sorry Crowley

Day 1

Day 2 

Say It With Noodles by Shing Yin Khor
Misty, reprinted by Rebellion

Day 3

Tonta by Jaime Hernandez

Day 4 

I believe “fierce” was the exact wording, and I can’t argue with that.
From left to right: Jen Vaughn, Sarah Kuhn, Jazzlyn Stone, Robyn Warren, Steenz, Annalee Newitz. Not pictured: moderator extraordinaire Wendy Buske

In the interest of not boring our readers to tears, what I’ve shared are just the major highlights of a massively fun, always surprising, and deeply inspiring journey through the wilds of Capital-C Con. Somehow, someway, there seemed to really be something for everyone; so much that a person couldn’t possibly not miss out on something. It’s unavoidably overwhelming, and certain to exhaust even the youngest and best of us. But by taking things at my own pace, being okay with missing out on a meetup because stuff happens and bodies get tired, and prioritizing having a genuine good time with the people around me, I learned that there’s a new place I want to be every July from here on out.

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