So about a few weeks ago, I made this long post about my thoughts on this notion of 28 days on black cosplay. Many people asked me why I spoke about it. Simple really… Noone else would. I knew that right after I opened my mouth and kicked over that wasp nest that there would be people who would respond, not in a good way. I am thankful that people of all races and creeds agreed with what I said. I also discovered that there were other black cosplayers out there who felt the same way as I did. But that isn’t why I’m writing this. Let me tell you what happened when I met and sat down with Harry… Or as I like to call him, Black Panther.
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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.
But duct tape is silver.
Normally whenever an issue arises, I will explain myself. But it’s come to where that no matter how many times I explain myself, most people don’t listen. So, pretty much, I’m just not going to bother with it.
What brought this up? Katsucon. Be forewarned, this post may come off as passive/aggressive, only because I do not want to name names in this. Long story short, two former friends tried to have me kicked out of the con. But since each person had a different story, no blame was posted.
For two weeks, I lamented over the fact of should I talk about it. I decided not to. Only a few people in my select circle know what happened. I am going to leave it at that. I just want these two individuals to leave me alone and to stop poking their noses around in my personal life. If they want to know so damn badly, just ask me. I’m not that hard to find.
I’ll say this much tho… I’ve done some stupid shit in my life, but I’ve always owned up to it. But I have never gotten a woman drunk just to have sex with her, and being proud of it. You fat fucking douchebag, you should be ashamed of yourself for that. Be thankful she didn’t press charges.
Let’s itemize this…