Magneto Was Right: A Brief Word On How I Found Black Pride Through Fictional Oppression

X-Men and I go way back.

I first got into comics when I was in middle school and started using my meager allowance to keep up with “Ultimate X-Men.” Before that, I’d watched “X-Men Evolution” religiously, and went to see every movie in the Bryan Singer X-Men series as soon as they hit theaters. (I’d then spend the waiting period between theatrical and DVD releases writing expansive fanfiction and imagining the day when my mutant powers would manifest and I could finally join the brotherhood.) Continue reading “Magneto Was Right: A Brief Word On How I Found Black Pride Through Fictional Oppression”