What Mimori is to Me

The story doesn't end there, however. Because back then, although I liked Mimori a lot, I hadn't decided to make a web site.
A few months ago I came to care for a gay man (orz). Which would have been fine, were he not for all appearances anti-feminine.
Of course that may very well have been nothing more than a misunderstanding on my part but still, what is done is done.
I think that more than anything else, the pain from realizing that someone I cared for could potentially descriminate against me
for my body type was what pushed me to take a more feminine stance towards life.
And I became anti-male. Otokogirai,
if you will. This isn't to say that I became a feminist, for I wasn't pushing female empowerment. I was simply rejecting everything masculine...not unreasonably so though. I have a brother, and I have male friends, and my attitudes towards them
did not change through this . I simply hated "male" and avoided any new contact with men.
...
but that isn't me, really. No matter how hard I try, for some reason I can't seem to see people
as male or female, but insist on seeing them simply as "those odd things...". And so that stage of my life
ended rather quickly.
However, during that time I became even more interested in Mimori
and her music and world. She is also seen by her fans as a "shoujo", and I've heard
that her female fans will act as if they are protecting her from the otaku male fans at concerts.
Though I wouldn't feel the need or responsibility to do that myself, I do appreciate the feeling now.

To me, Mimori's world is one of youth and sunshine and femininity, and something
that is very much like my own. I am grateful to her for being there for me, though
she didn't know it and perhaps never will.
The least I can do, is give her to all other people,
regardless of gender and sex, age, who are somehow hurt and in need of a friendly song.

As for me...I suppose I'm alright alone. I can't trust people much now, though I'm learning.
Until then I can live in my own world. It's a cold place, but eh...that's life, isn't it?

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