I picked up Wandering Son (the manga) shortly after Christmas in 2016, and over the span of the next ten days, I slowly worked my way through the series’s fifteen volumes. I quickly fell in love, and while I was reading, I juggled around the idea of writing something up to express how I felt, and how much it meant to me. But as I got further and further in, what it meant to me became something so intensely personal I wasn’t sure I could put those feelings into words. Or that, if I did, those could possibly come even infinitesimally close to demonstrating how important it was.
And then I hit the final volume, which depicts almost exactly the struggle I was going through, and the conclusion gave me the push I needed to give this damn thing a shot. It’s going to be messy, disorganized, and probably rather unpleasant—much like myself—but I feel like I have to do this. Like it would be, in a way, disrespectful to the series’s final message for me to not spill my heart as well.
So that’s what I’ve done. It’s taken a full year, but I’ve put together a mostly unedited, meandering pile of 5000+ words in the hopes that maybe a fraction of them can stand as a representation of my feelings for this series. And that maybe, at the end of it all, I’ll have at least somewhat sorted through some of my other feelings.
[Spoiler warning: while Wandering Son isn’t a story-focused series where spoilers are a big deal, I’ll still offer a courtesy warning before I get into the meat of things. This post touches on events from the manga that take place well after the anime ends, as well as from beyond what’s officially available in English.]
[Misc warning: this is mostly actually not about Wandering Son, but the boring person writing the post.]
[Content warning: brief descriptions of (fictional) self-harm and suicide, non-fictional homophobia and transphobia.]Read More