It's the end of the first chapter of a manga, and then comes the dreaded trope. A man wearing a dress. It's usually a source of mockery. He’s played off as a perverted joke. He's weird, and that anyone who would dare to defy gender roles like that could only do it because there was something wrong with them, but then... Nothing; there is no big explosion. The main character is shocked, but in the end nobody else is, so a few chapters into the manga, she's cheering him on for wearing one of her favorite magical girl costumes while he kills at karaoke. Shigemoto from Magilumiere Magical Girls Inc. almost always wears dresses, and it makes me love him so much more. The casual way that he goes about it makes me love the mangakas more.

Lately, I’ve been struggling with my sexuality. I think it's being in college and having to acknowledge that all my peers are sexually active. I don't have much of an interest in sex, but maybe I do. I don’t think about it a lot, that's for sure. It's an abstract concept to me, and it's something that I know is important to some people but not to me. I want it to be; it would make me feel normal, which I desperately crave. I just dont understand how sex could be so important to some people.

I find that lately, every time I’ve felt anxious, the best way to fight my nerves is to write, mostly essays. I write about the things I think about, and it helps me cope. I find that the best way to enjoy something is to pick it apart. I think that it shows acknowledgement for the people that create things,  it is important to remember that people make the things we love.  I want to write video essays, but I haven't finished anything. I don’t think my writing is good enough, but you have to start somewhere! I want to write to clear my head and understand my own thoughts and feelings. The only way to understand your emotions is to work through them. That's the hard part about being human.