In just five months, FemHype has published a total of 162 articles in 16 categories with 32 authors (and 1,122 spam comments 🎉). As we move forward, I thought it was high time we took a moment to appreciate the past. Today, I’m inviting you to help us celebrate how far we’ve all come in so little time and also to welcome your place with us as our new friends in this little community. The following works are some of our earlier, but no less insightful articles from the days where we were just starting out in the gaming blog space. Revisit these stories written by passionate woman fighting for their voices to be heard in an often unforgiving, exclusionary industry. And as you read through their incredible contributions, take a moment to consider submitting one for yourself. We’re a family here, and we’re always looking for new members. 💕
As a woman of color who struggles with her own mental and physical health, there is a lot for me to empathize with here. I’m used to people fetishizing my racial background instead of appreciating who I am as a person or my unique qualities as an individual. My being sick semi-regularly (mainly due to chronic anxiety/stress) isn’t cute or attractive, but cause for a lot of frustration, depression, and missed opportunities. People have and still sometimes interpret me according to their personal biases, regardless of whether or not the qualities they’re ascribing are actually there. Yeah, these parallels run almost uncomfortably deep at times.
Upon entering my teenage years, I was one confused girl/virtual boy. As I approached puberty, suddenly hanging out with the neighborhood boys in real life was frowned upon. My parents actually told me I couldn’t see them and would throw parties for me to meet the neighborhood girls and make new friends. A few of them and I got along so I would go with it, but the true test was lunchtime at school. As gossip flowed around and over me, I sat, head down, buried in a 900-page novel with a dragon on the cover, ignoring what I thought of as inane chitchat as best I could. But online—online I was free. As soon as I logged in and saw the loading icon, I could get back to who I really was, not who I had to pretend to be to make everyone happy. Soon I had moved from Asheron’s Call to other games, to internet chat rooms, to anime, to fanfiction. As my digital self, I felt unencumbered by the trappings of femininity that everyone around me expected and I never felt comfortable performing.