When I was little, there were two shows that made me feel empowered, made me feel like I could be vulnerable, and yet still strong, that having breasts didnβt have to define my place in the world. I was a fan of fantasy and more often than not lead females ((if you could really call them that)) were only there for the purpose of a love interest. As television goes, Xena and Buffy were shining exceptions. In each, a young woman, darkened by her duty/obligation/destiny fought for good with the aid of her friends.Β I firmly think the show solidified my loyalty to my friends. I would walk through fire for my friends, because weβre stronger together than apart.Β
I cosplayed these characters on a daily basis, building little stakes out of popsicle sticks and larping with my friends. I checked out wicca books, history tombs, and paranormal articles from the library, opening my mind to the magic all around me, and sometimes making my own!
But perhaps most important was the narrative importance of two women falling for one another naturally. When Willow fell for Tara something clicked. When they embraced and worked together, I learned a little more about myself. I was more comfortable with whom I was because of that show.Β
All nostalgia aside, I owe a lot to this show for helping me through tough times, for making me laugh, and cry, and for continuing to serve as a good example for everyone.Β
I was honored to participate in theΒ βbite meβ Exhibit, and I hope I did justice to the two characters that brightened my life. (( Also it was really cool to be on display next to such talented fellow artists!!!))
