I was in my late teens and away at college, still feeling much of the angst I felt when I was a young teen at home. I bought manga, watched anime and reconnected with a part of my soul that left me in my transition from youth to youth who could legally go off to war.īut I still felt intense ennui and a lack of purpose in my life. That backfired splendidly in my sophomore year when I rediscovered anime and had gasp a small disposable income that no one could judge me over. I didn’t remain enthusiastic about anime and manga when I went off to college hoping that I would live my aunt’s asserts that my anime and manga fandom would be a phase I leave behind as I matured. Additionally, it helped me work through some gender angst I was going through at the time. But boy’s love kept me going while in high school as it gave me something to do and something to use to help me interact with my peers. I started in the genre of two pretty boys kissing when I was way below the age limit to be ingesting said content. My history in the boy’s love space is indeed a storied one.
