It seems that DC and Marvel are making moves to a future that includes more inclusion:
Marvel’s Shuri from Black Panther is getting her own comic book series!
Shuri who is the sister of the current King of Wakanda: T’Challa, is a nerdy tech genius who is also of African descent from the mythical country of Wakanda. As a black nerd, she represents a lot of blerds (black nerds) who don’t usually feature in mainstream media.
The new series which we are all eagerly awaiting will be written by Nigerian-American comic-writer Nnedi Okorafor. Official synopsis according to Marvel’s press release: Shuri will be thrown into a more demanding role when King T’Challa is lost in space!
Here is to hoping that this new comic leads the way to more changes in both the comic book word and literature in general.
Over at DC, they are flying the LGBT flag high with the inclusion of Catherine Kane aka Batwoman a proud and out Lesbian.
To clarify Batwoman will be getting her own show on CW!
This is a crucial and key change in the direction that we’d like to see all platforms taking; having an openly lesbian superhero as the lead in her own show. Fingers crossed when this does well it will open the floodgates to other changes which will lead to more inclusion.
With the addition of Batwoman this expands the DCU on the small screen, where we already have Arrow, Flash, Supergirl, Legends of Tomorrow, did someone say crossover?
“I think we should break-up, I don’t think this is working. I just…” I trail off as I say the words out loud, anyway I say it sounds harsh, cold and mean. Words that are used to describe me. I don’t want to be that person, but I refuse to stay in a relationship that after just two months makes me this unhappy I have to, no I need to end things.
Not just for me, for him, he is falling, I can feel it, it’s been hinted at and before he actually falls I need to stop him. He can’t fall not for me, I wouldn’t forgive myself if I allowed him to fall then broke up with him, even when I think of the idea of allowing him to love me, I hate myself a little, I can’t believe I’ve become this person, I roll my eyes at my own arrogance, but then it is true. He feels more than I do, he always did and that was why this would never work. When I felt more he was blasé, now he feels more I am indifferent. We are not on the same page, in the same book, we may even be in different library.
I jump as he picks up the phone, I’m scared because I don’t want to lose him but I can’t do this, I won’t, it’s cruel to pretend.
“I…” I begin, I hear him sigh and my heart which was never really invested wakes up from icey chamber to glance at me and shake it’s head, told you so, it says to my head, practical and logical, thought to cure itself with being practical but love is complex and despite this guy being good on paper, my heart doesn’t care.