her powers, she becomes more wraith-like, less intimately connected to her friends and family, less of a human and more of an abstract concept of compassion and love. As the series progresses and she unlocks more and more of her “true” self, i.e.
She was reborn after the destruction of the Moon Kingdom into a human vessel, they all were, but the human flesh that she wears seems to barely be able to contain the power of her Star Seed, the Silver Crystal, and the vast powers she possesses as the Princess of the Moon.Īt the start of the series she is happy go lucky, oblivious to what is hibernating inside of her, and totally human. Now, I was talking about how inhuman Usagi/Serena got – the emphasis of the fact that she is, actually, not from Earth. I I think what I liked best about #SailorMoon was this: the more powerful Usagi/Serena got, the less human she looked. SailorMoon FanArt by SpaceWeaver (found on DeviantArt)Īs I often do, I paused to tweet about it. The image that really struck me was this one, by SpaceWeaver: (I sound like an addict going back to her drug of choice. When my writer brain won’t shut off, I go and watch music videos or clips on YouTube, or peruse fanfiction and fan art of childhood shows, in order to unplug and just revel in comfort consumption. It wasn’t reading a story because the teacher told me I had to read a book, but because I loved the story and wanted to feel that same surge of connection over and over again. I reread Peter and Wendy, The Tale of the Body Thief, and the Howl’s Moving Castlebooks for the same reason.
I rewatch Forever Knight, and SailorMoon, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Star Trek to remind myself why I love story telling and what it meant to be a kid enamored with a narrative for the first time, not just the pretty bright colours on the television and the flashbang of distraction. Going back and looking at the things that had inspired me in my childhood helps me to reconnect with the emotional, visceral feelings I had when I first loved them. I will admit I still love that series, love that love is the greatest weapon in the universe, love the adorable outfits that no living human being will ever be able to carry off (physics says “no!”) simply for their beauty and frivolity. Yesterday, unable to get my brain to calm down before heading out to a rehearsal, I was looking at fan art pictures of SailorMoon.
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