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…
So I was walking around Central Park and I saw this chick, pissed off, ready to kill. I asked her what’s wrong, and she was ready to wreck this planet. Normally I would tell her to do it, but nah. I asked her for a deal. If I could take some great photos of her, she’d leave the planet alone. Needless to say, Earth is still here.