It was during my struggles with my identity that anime really became a part of my life. It also didn’t help that I was watching Sailor Moon and Wedding Peach for the transformation scenes. Even when I was allowed to “be a girl” again, my attraction to girls didn’t end. It surprised no one that I was attracted to girls. I looked like one, dressed like one, talked like one, played sports, and got into fistfights with boys. For part of my life, I was raised like a boy. OK? OK!Īs queen of high drama, you’ll be surprised I have no coming-out story. Instead, I’d like for this to feel like any other piece I’ve written, a fun chat between anime lovers. I’m an optimist at my core and a hopeless romantic, just don’t tell my crush that. But you and I both know that’s not my style. For a piece like this, I know it would be easy to share with you all the sad details about the adversity I have faced and how I overcame it. It’s more so apparent than it is me being sneaky. You may also know that, though I try to be serious and heartfelt, I can’t help but sneak in my sense of humor. I know better than anyone that the road to anything we deem important is paved with adversity, sacrifice, and tears. I share my experiences in the hopes of not only entertaining people but with the hope of inspiring others. If you read my columns, A Mom’s Guide to Anime or Anime & Dating, you know I’m an open book.
