I decided not to pack any of my cosplay and instantly regretted it as I sat on the plane. (Yes, I woke up late and had to rush into a cab. Thus, I was not able to give myself additional leisurally pack time.) I felt like I was headed to battle with no armour. Not that seeing my folks is a battle but heading to a strange land sense. When I cosplay I can embody a facade and allow the world to only see that side and be less vulnerable. Eventhough, I am far from shy, I get overwhelmed around other nerdy folx. I start to question my own belonging to a space and ask "am i nerdy enough to be here?" Yes, I do love anime (Kabanari of the Iron Fortress, Erased, Black Butler) and comic books (BloodShot-reboot) and cosplay but it can still be nerve wrecking to walk into an established game night in a new place. And just a little cosplay gives a the no judge I need.
WHEN I arrived home my mom had purchased new STAR TREK swag for me. It is a blessing to have parents that support my nerdiness. I know that not everyone has that family support. My folks may not understand that Rolling Through the Galaxy is a board game or the differences between a klingon, romulan & trill or why I had to have a specific coat for screen accuracy of my cosplay but they are aware and supportive. From Mom, taking me to every thrift store to find the perfect dress to cosplay Shinobu (No more Heros) or a late night phone call with my Father to assist me with fixing my sewing machine. It makes my nerdy heart smile!