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Part 3 
 02/17/10(Wed)10:48 No.2598473In
 seventh grade, it only got worse. I would choose to take the art 
classes, then turn nothing in but bad fanart as my projects. The teacher
 would tell me I could do better things if I tried to draw my own 
things, and I refused. I began to wear boys' clothing, only because they
 made no anime shirts for girls. I would mimic gestures I found in anime
 (scratching the back of my head while saying something embarassing, 
running with my arms straight, it was ridiculous), and found what would 
definitely change me as a person entirely. Gundam Wing and Ronin 
Warriors. Holy shit. Looking back, neither anime was all that great 
(though Ronin Warriors was definitely superior) and I was still only 
exposed to whatever shit they'd put on Cartoon Network. But then, 
Toonami was still good and I trusted it. But this, at the end of my 7th 
grade year, is where true obsession began. I threw away everything I had
 that was DBZ, for I'd found something better. I would print picture 
after picture of fanart, official images, everything in my room was 
covered with Ronin Warriors <i>something</i>. I named pets 
after the characters, even at a point began pretending I was Anubis' 
girlfriend. Yeah. The internet and me were best pals at that point, it 
could do no wrong.
  Until I decided to look for Gundam Wing fanart
 instead one night.
  This would mark the first time I'd seen 
"yaoi", and while it shocked me then, the next year it would not. My 
obsession with Gundam Wing and Ronin Warriors stood strong, and my 8th 
grade English project was a long ass, awful Gundam Wing fanfic about a 
girl who was Trowa's sister but for real and fell in love with Quatre 
who she helped recover from getting sick. I got a damn A+.  |