bohemea: She-Ra
I think my early childhood was like waking up from a series of blackouts. I remember one time coming out of a kiddie blackout with all these She-Ra accessories around me, including Castle Bray-sco (no I will not refer to it by it’s correct name and you can’t make me, Mattel) and realizing, perhaps for the first time, that I really wasn’t all that into She-Ra. It’s was like I’d gotten drunk and ordered all these fucking action figures then sobered up and had no idea where they’d come from.
The seconds after I came to were full of shameful, soul searching questions. How far deep was I into this She-Ra thing? Did I have more paraphernalia stashed in different places? For how many holidays could I expect to get these dolls and cartoons? Who would be disappointed when I told them? How many people were, at that moment, watching me comb She-Ra’s hair? Could they see that I was living a lie?
It was a major childhood breakdown and all I could do was brush her little blonde hair harder… and harder.
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