Ranma ½ wasn’t my first egg cracking piece of media, but it 100% was a colossal influence on me growing up. My twin sister, Jackie, and I used to watch anime in the morning before school. There would be a little run of Sailor Moon, Dragon Ball Z, and Pokemon on starting at 6am. We’d watch them back to back to back in my mom’s bed (she’d leave early for work).
Jackie got into manga not long after and would mention some of the things she’d be reading. Eventually, Ranma ½ was one of them. When she told me it was the story of a boy that was cursed to turn into a girl after touching cold water (and back to a boy again with hot), I immediately wanted to read it.
I wish I had his curse, I’d always think. I’d work out the logistics of how I could have access to hot water if needed, and what steps I’d take to maintain the life I wanted to live. Sure, with his curse I’d have to be a boy from time to time, but even just the chance to be a girl for any amount of time made it seem like not a curse at all.
I saw myself in Ranma. He’d be frustrated by his situation, just like I was, but he dealt with being the wrong gender, just like I had to.
He learned to take advantage of his curse when possible, and even enjoyed some of his time spent in girl-form. That totally rocks!
We play the cards life deals us.
One of my cards was gender dysphoria…
…but if Ranma could make it work, so could I.
It’s kind of insane that there’s a remake roughly 23 years later, JUST after I started HRT. I know it’s just a coincidence…
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