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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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.
Only a few people know the story of the breakup between me and my ex-girlfriend Mimi. Oddly enough, after the breakup, the story went on for months. It was mostly me. I was the one trying to stay friends and find out the truth about things. But honestly I should have know when she got more tight-lipped and I had to drag the truth out of her. For the longest, I decided to keep this under wraps due to privacy between us and everyone else involved. But if seems that some people like to tell my business and that end results of this took a serious emotional strain on me to where I couldn’t take it anymore. So I guess now that I’ve let all of this sink in, I can tell my side of things.
Thursday night, I get a text from my friend Claire. She said that due to a life-changing event that we shouldn’t be friends anymore. It’s far and few that I receive a message like that. My heart was racing, I felt the blood drain from my face. I was panicking, trying to figure out what I did that caused this to happen.
But as it is in most cases, I wasn’t at fault.