#dareka

It feels almost too corny to have had this kind of moment so "late" (im not actually that old...) in life -- Usually this kind if thing you;d expect to happen as you break away from adolescence as a teen. But Anonymous/Somebody in Our Dreams At Dusk is pretty much the first and only time I've ever felt represented in any form of media.

Due to a lot of circumstantial things that I’m not about to get into here, I've lived my whole life in a lot of grayzones and liminal spaces, socially.  Moreover, I’ve not just “not-been-XYZ,” I’ve always been “not-XYZ-enough;” and having to grow up and find myself economically, racially, and genderally[sic] rejected from two sides of every pair of at odds categories has made it extremely hard to define what I am comfortable with, because I’ve continually only ever been defined by what I’m not.  Consequently the comfort that inclusivity and labels seem to give most people never really made a lot of sense to me, making not only comfort with specific labels an alien concept, but in fact comfort with any labels.