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.
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.
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.