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.
So just about every single Sakura Matsuri, I run into my sister Crissy. She usually wears a kimono, Priestess Rei Hino, or something appropriate for the event. When I run into her, I end up taking a few pictures for her website, Sailor Moon Avatars. But this time, now that I have my new camera and she was with a few mutual friends of mine, I decided to snap photos of us for today.
What I am about to write is probably one of the most emotionally driven posts ever. It’s because of the feedback on this subject, and how my personal Facebook became a war zone about it. It wasn’t originally, but when you’re dealing with someone who is a bully, it makes things quite more complicated. I don’t expect a lot of people to to take my side on this. What I do expect is people to simply understand my point, is all. And what am I talking about? This notion of 28 days of black cosplay.
I’ll have to say about a week and a half ago could be considered a low point in my life in my year. During that week, I had to deal with my Grandmother giving me grief about my life, the anniversary of my mother’s passing, and people trying to get me to goto a convention that my ex-girlfriend goes too, and usually staffs. And during that, I had a meltdown with a couple of people on twitter. I’m not excusing myself for what I did, nor am I making excuses for it. I own up to my tweets. It was just a bad day altogether. So, let me give you some insight as to what brought all this down.