When the game first hit, I remember seeing my first lure light up. For those of you that don't play, a Lure is an item you can use at a Pokestop, which makes it look like it rains hearts. Basically it's an adorable beacon.
Back then, I lived walking distance from that lured pokestop. The first night the game was live I walked to the pokestop and there were near a dozen adults (all still younger than me, but fun anyway) and we were chatting, catching pokemon and laughing outside our local fire station at 10pm at night.
The hubub died down, but I've found myself chatting with a few people who are getting jazzed about the game again, and it was super cool to hang with another author who plays this past weekend. Seriously, where else can you chat about Eevee evolutions and proper pronoun usage in menage books within a five minute time span. (Yes. That happened.)
What used to worry me in my late 20's and early 30's about "how I look to others" is pretty much an afterthought in my current day to day life. I've stopped wearing makeup when my EDJ keeps the temps over 75 degrees indoors. I've stopped apologizing for writing explicit love scenes in my books. And I've stopped hedging to say I'm an author.
This blog today is just a reminder that you're awesome just the way you are, and somewhere out there your tribe of people is waiting to welcome you with open arms.
And if you're a tribe member that plays Pokemon Go...my trainer code is 2817 4268 5510.
Are you in a fandom that is unusual for your age group? What hobbies do you enjoy getting lost in? I'd love to hear about them.
~Roxy