Not Lost in Space: A Love Letter to My Internet & IRL Friends
Last Saturday, I attended the 4th Annual Black Comic Book Festival at the Schomburg Center in Harlem. The Center was packed with over 5,000 (mostly) black and brown folks of all ages. I love attending events like these because, to quote my friend Cynthia, “It feels like a family reunion.” It was beautiful.
I found a group of amazing black and brown folks who are kind, creative and passionate. Not only do we share a love for comics, games and anime, but also have the shared experience of being a PoC in an oppressive world. Some of these people I’ve only met once, and some not at all. Either way, they are the homies.
We may not see each other in person often (if at all) but we’re always in each other’s mentions, DMs and comments. We can talk about the latest issue of Saga and share our wash day routine. We share One Punch Man fan art and livemixtape.com links in the same message. No code switching necessary.
We value each other.
We inspire each other.
We support each other.
Without them, I’d be lonely.
If you think I’m talking about you, I am.