Part of the joy of steampunk is attending events, meeting friends as well as seeing new faces. We welcome people from any background without prejudice. However, the longer I run the Journal, the more I get to see the dark underbelly of steampunk. It reminds me a little of Victorian London with it’s fragile china tea cups and fainting ladies while down in the Shades, gentlemen wanting to experience the darker side of life could pick up anything from a prostitute to poison. Continue reading “Tolerance and acceptance in steampunk”