In the late 70s, Avedon Carol blew through DC area fandom like a whirlwind. Part rabid fan, part uber feminist, she attacked everything with gusto, including me. But not intentionally.

I'd managed to scrape together enough pennies to grab a train from NYC down to DC for my first Disclave. I dragged myself into the hotel and over to the con registration table, where I filled out the obligatory paperwork and handed it in.

The registration fan looked at the paperwork, looked at me, smiled a huge predatory smile and said "Hold on, someone wants to meet you." He placed a huge paw on my shoulder to hold me in place and bellowed "Avedon! Avedon! Come here! You're not going to believe this!"

This tall, thin, black and white, sharply beautiful woman came walking over, paying hardly any attention to me at all, and asked what was up.

"This" said Registration Fan, shoving me towards Avedon, "is Steve Davidson."

She looks at him, looks at me, looks at him looks back at me and smiles a predatory smile. "Your name is really Steve Davidson?."

I was totally bewildered by the whole thing. "Yes", I said. "What's the big deal?"

"Come with me" Avedon said "I have to show you to a lot of people."