>>13276389You see pic related? This is Rita Repulsa. She was the main villain in the first American version of Power Rangers. I was 6 years old when that show first hit my television set. I was only six. I had no friends and my mom was dying of cancer. I didn’t understand much of what was going on, but when I first laid eyes on Rita, I was struck with the ailment of love. I was in love with someone who I didn’t know, someone who to me didn’t seem so far away, but could not physically grasp and hold. Someone who was much older than I, someone who looked foreign to how I looked. I didn’t know what sex was, seeing I was only 6 and lived a sheltered life with an overprotective mother who was dying. But something inside me moved me towards Rita. I loved her. I wanted her. I wanted to touch her. I fantasized about her all the time. I wanted to kiss her and hug her( mind you I didn’t know what sexual desires were) and I wanted her to sleep with me. I imagined us both naked in my bed, hugging and kissing. I wanted her to be my mom. Now, I never touched my mom or looked or thought about my mother personally in that manner, but I felt that as I was so close to my own mother because my dad abandoning us, And she being very nurturing over me, I felt that Rita was someone whom I wanted the same things done to me but I wanted her for me. I used to touch myself when I was alone watching power rangers, or when I was alone in my bed, thinking about Rita or watching her. I couldn’t wait to get home from school so I could tune in and catch a glimpse of her when the show was on. I didn’t know what I was doing to my body, but it felt good. It felt good to do that while I looked at Rita or thought about her. I loved her. I wanted her. And I eventually had to come to the realization that she was too far for my grasp. My world came crashing down soon afterwards when my mother died. I was in shock.
