There is a such thing as a Black Female Geek

Why am I writing so many posts after just creating this blog? Well I do have some extra time on my hands having just arrived to a new military duty station. On we go….

Intro: I had a Korean boyfriend for about 6 months. He didn’t look to kindly on the fact that I was constantly trying to convince him to dress up like Kakashi Hatake from the anime Naruto.

Hello, my name is dimensionthe5th and I’m a geek. (*waving with maniacal grin)

There’s nothing wrong with me. I look normal, attractive even so I hear when I get hit on. I’m in my early 30’s with a teenage son (do the math, I was not always with a book in my face). I also have a huge photo of Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood and the Cheshire Cat in my office. And my anime character figurines and key chains. And I love conventions and dress-up. And comics and comic book movies. One of my biggest wishes is to see Stephen King’s The Dark Tower Series turned into a show like Game of Thrones. I swear to you I was already saying frack before the re-imagined version of Battlestar Galatica came out.

So how does that work with a black female trying to date? I’m an international dater so I have more to pick from, but still run into the same problems: too much or too little. Either I date the guy who isn’t really into what I am who finds the geeky side cute, and then later expects me to change like I’m a toddler going through a biting phase, OR date the geeky guy who is so far gone they can’t function in normal society. Where the frack is the happy medium! It’s rare.

There’s not just that. Depending on what kind of family you come from you grow up with the derision from other family members. My family is GHET-TO. Yes, I must capitalize. When you have an uncle who at times has been an aspiring singer/pimp/crackhead/ pastor/pill-popping alcohol, you just might have some ghetto in your family. But my parents raised me in the suburbs. And since I was an only child for a long while I didn’t like going outside. I enjoyed reading, pretending to be a wizard, or making full on dramas with my barbies that put Soap Operas to shame (there was always a to-be-continued in my head so I could start where I left off). My cousins constantly teased me. I was acting like a “white girl” and “talked white” O_o Even then I knew that they were ignorant as heck, but it did make me for years try to hide my geekiness.

At work, even with the military, I tried to hide it those first years. Then I switched jobs, where the whole job field is brimming with the nerdiest people I have ever met in my life. Their “thing” might not be exactly like my “thing” but they get it. They really do. I don’t have to worry about someone asking me if I watched the latest BET show (wanted to pull my brain out and go play in traffic the last time I was convinced to sit down and watch the game). It’s great that to have a group of people who try to work out all the character motivations on shows like Fringe and Game of Thrones.

So… you say meh, whatever, there’s many openly geeky people in the world nowadays. Being a geek is cool! Uh yeah, okay. I’m not talking fake geeky, whachamacallit Hipsters and the like. I’m talking about that I cried at the end of X-Men 2 because my favorite character died,  even though I KNEW that if they followed the comics, Jean Grey was coming back as the Phoenix. The first Pokemon movie still makes me a little weepy. Shut up.

I taught my son to read by reading subtitles of anime when he was diagnosed with a learning disability. Can your parenting get as cool as that? Pffft, I think not!!!

So, I’m dimensionthe5th, and I’m a proud geek.

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