Hi everyone! I spent twenty minutes trying to come up with a catchy title for this post, but I couldn’t come up with anything. Last week, my good friend Nightshade 316, wrote a blog post that I found moving and powerful that I had to share it in regards to Chester Bennington. Here it is, word for word.
On Chester Bennington, music, and why this hurts so much.
I tried to make a YouTube video about this yesterday, but the volume on my cellphone (yes, that’s what I use) was giving me fits. Plus, as it turned out, I nearly went nuclear on this one colossal deformed orangutan of a “person” for popping off at the mouth, so I decided to wait until today to post this. Besides, my blog gets more views than my YouTube channel, so this will (hopefully) get to a wider audience.
I would have thought that my first blog post back from my lazy hiatus would be about an interesting storyline I was in back in February, not that Hioshi Jackson fucker. What I am going to discuss is how my opinion on something that was hotly discussed in the black cosplay community, got me called out, lost friends, and in the end, I stopped caring because it’s less toxic people in my life. Plus I want to address the situation too. Normally I’d just ignore it and move on with more important things in my life, but I just want to say a few things and move on. I’m also shutting off comments, because I feel this will be last I speak on this subject.
And now, let’s talk 28 Days of Black Cosplay, Part Deux!
BTW, the main reason as to why I’m bringing this up is because of a couple of Facebook groups I was in wanted to know why.
Greetings one and all. It has been a while since I have blogged. There’s been a lot of interesting things in my life lately. Things I do want to talk about, to clear the air about. But that will be for another time. But I want to repost my post from my fan page that got me suspended for three days. For some of you, you’re prolly thinking, “Ha, good for you!” Okay, cool. For the rest asking, here’s what happened…
I originally opened up this blog as a place to post my frustrations. At the time, LiveJournal wasn’t cutting it. Some stuff I would talk about would come back and bite me in the ass because there are people on my friends list that would attack me for it, when I wasn’t asking to be attacked. After opening up this blog, I dropped so much heavy stuff, and I didn’t care. Eventually I felt that I needed to vent on what’s I thought was wrong with cosplay and how to fix it. But all that stopped when I met someone. Someone really chill.