I always wanted to be a hero.
As a child, I had a plethora of outlets in which to find numerous heroes to idolize and emulate. Books, movies, games…these were all places I could find numerous characters ready to face down the hordes of any evil that was thrown at them. However, out of all of these heroic stories, the ones where the hero must walk through hell and back to save his beloved were the ones I enjoyed the most. There was something beautiful in the idea that a man, facing insurmountable odds, would traverse deadly landscapes and fight impossible foes all in the name of love. I daydreamed endlessly of being the kind of hero that would battle death itself to keep love innocent, pure, and unharmed from whatever evil might befall the land. I imagined the most chivalrous type of hero that I possibly could, and I knew that this was the kind of hero I wanted to be someday.
However, it seems that all those years of daydreaming of being the hero I was just daydreaming of being a sexist asshole. Continue reading