Marik: Hello. I’m Marik Sebastian Ishtar, and I’m here to explain “Why My Skin is not an Ice Cube”
Marik: My first encounter with this began at anime conventions. Now, it wasn’t blown out at first, and that’s probably why I didn’t think much of people comparing me to food commodities.
Marik: It always irked me to hear things like “Oh you look so tasty! Just like caramel!”
Audience: [chuckles]
Marik: Or walk pat a bunch of girls and hear them giggle and say stuff like “Oh my Gawd, he looks like a peice of chocolate that I just wanna bite into!”
Audience: [Awkward laughter]
Marik: There…there was this one time when I was in the Unisex bathroom—I use those because I get hassled in the male ones—I heard someone refer to me as “the perfect shade: not to light not to dark, but perfectly ‘exotic looking’.”
Audience: [A person asks “what’s exotic-looking”]
Marik: What’s exotic-looking? [short pause] I’m not sure, but for some reason it’s always been associated with me.
Marik: And the thing about these sorts of…/complements/, so to speak is that you know that they always irk you, and some of them make you want to place them into some sort of never ending side-eye competition.
Marik: However, when people start to shower you with them like they’re candies or gifts, then you can’t help but wonder: what if? What if I’m overthinking, what if I’m being oversensitive, what if I’m questioning things too much?
Marik: And so you push down all those things that make you wonder, and you take those bittersweet candies for compliments.
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Marik from microMACRO!: Why My Skin is not an Ice Cube.
I’ve been promising y’all a sneak peek, so here it is! Reblog, signal boost, and enjoy this morsel! The full story will be out within the month.
