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.
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.
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.
I wasn’t sure if I was going to comment on this, but I feel like I need to say something, because I have been through something similar. It sucks that we live in a world where we are quick to judge people on their crimes. You can be the greatest person, make one mistake, and everyone is ready to air your dirty laundry. And what if the mistake was fabricated? Welp, the damage has been done. So here’s the thing… Two weeks ago a friend of mine in the voice acting industry was accused of rape. Read more