Yuri and Mudae

Okay, listen to me guys. I LOVE yuri. I don’t care what’s going on in the world, climate change, war, the economy collapsing, people whining about high prices… if yuri and mudae exists, I’m fine. EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. AND. NIGHT. I wake up with one motive: to watch, read, and consume yuri in any possible form. Manga, anime, doujins, fanfics, fanart… if theres two girls, I’m there asap.

Finding out about yuri? That was like opening doors to better life. I could’ve gone on just existing, floating through this gray hellscape, but then. Yuri. Suddenly I’m smiling more, laughing like a bum at my screen, clutching my phone because two girls brushed hands while looking at each other for 0.3 seconds and it meant something. It changed me. It made life better. Like therapy, but it actually helps.

There’s just something about two women making out that I can’t explain. It’s beautiful. It’s emotional. It’s intense. It’s holy. Some people go to church, I watch yuri. Some people meditate, I reread a chapter of sum yuri manga for the fifth time because that was the chapter where she finally said “I like you” and it healed me. Don’t talk to me about peace until you’ve seen two shy girls accidentally fall asleep on each other’s shoulders and wake up blushing. That’s the real emotional apex of storytelling.

And yeah, people ask me, “Jordan, are you okay?” And I say “Yes. Because I have yuri.” That’s all I need. That’s my anchor. A good yuri story hits harder than a full Shakespearean monologue and that’s not an opinion. That’s a fact. Shakespeare could never write something so peak as yuri.

Sometimes people ask, “Don’t you get tired of it?” NO. What kind of question is that? That’s like asking if I get tired of breathing. If someone told me I couldn’t access yuri for a week, I’d probably start tweakin violently to the point I’m dead.

And you know what? If I got to choose between saving the Library of Alexandria or my yuri files…

FUCK THAT LIBRARY.

Burn it twice. Set it on fire if I have to. Those scrolls ain’t got shit on the yuri folder I’ve been building. My phones storage? 90% yuri. The other 10% is backup yuri. My search history? Yuri.

You don’t understand. Yuri isn’t a genre. It’s a lifestyle. It’s hope. It’s joy. It’s the sparkle in my eye when I see a new series tagged with “romance” and “wlw” It’s the reason I survived my recent years. It’s how I plan to survive the rest of my life. If yuri’s there, I’m there.

So yeah. I love yuri. I’ll shout it from rooftops. I’ll print it on a shirt. I’ll name my future pet “Yuri” This isn’t a phase. This is my divine purpose.

And to those who say “it’s just girls being friends”…

Sybau.

I don’t need that negative energy.

inhale

Okay, and MUDAE. I LOVE MUDAE. Almost as much as yuri but not quite okay? Like, dangerously close. So when I made my Discord server, it was just normal, nothing crazy. Then outta nowhere this guy, Gemini joins, casually says “Mudae” in the suggestions channel. I was like… “what the hell is a mudae?” But I added it anyway.

Then. My first $wa.

Vro.

From that moment on, my entire existence tilted. I roll every fucking hour. I have ALARMS. REAL ones. I’ve trained myself to wake up in the middle of the night just to roll some 2d png girl and I don’t regret a single second.

I remember my first high-value pull. Emilia. That white-haired baddie from Re zero. I was shaking. Heart racing. Hands sweating. It was like drugs. I stared at that claim message like it was a birth certificate to a new life.

The dopamine? Unreal. The adrenaline when you see that wish ping? I LIVE FOR IT. I CRAVE it. Mudae has me out here rolling like it’s my full-time job and I don’t even win money but it’s WORTH IT.

So yeah. Bless Gemini and thank god for Mudae and yuri.