I stared at the page, not quite believing the words I saw. Somewhere, out there in the world that so far had shown me nothing but disdain, was someone else who was a freak. Some other weirdo who had more in common with comic book mutants than with the person sitting next to them. I wasn't actually alone. Today, in a world connected by the internet, finding a like-minded nerd is no grand accomplishment, but at the time, when after twenty years on the planet I still had yet to find anyone who understood me, that letter was nothing short of miraculous.

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The idea that there was another person like me had quite literally never crossed my mind. Granted, that was undoubtedly in part due to the fact that I was barely out of my teens and thus prone to more than my fair share of melodrama, but mostly because so far I hadn't seen any evidence indicating that I was something other than, well, a mutant. My mutation might not turn me blue or let me control the weather, but it certainly made me different, and for the first time I thought that maybe it wasn't the sin that I'd let myself believe.

Looking back, it seems obvious that the X-Men's wacky genes were metaphors for anyone whose beliefs, sexuality, religion, or personality made them feel like an unwelcome guest on planet Earth, and I'm a little embarrassed that I didn't notice sooner. If I had, maybe I would've realized that there were many ways to be different, and that even if I didn't know (or care) where to buy the right brand of super trendy jeans, I still had more in common with the person sitting next to me than I thought. Our mutations might not be identical, but we might nevertheless be kin under the skin, if only we looked deep enough.

I didn't start dressing in spandex or fighting huge purple robots in the street, but I became a real-life member of the X-Men that day. I faced those that didn't understand me and I refused to make their lives more comfortable by hiding my weirdness from them. I stopped trying to fit in with everyone around me and instead just did what I enjoyed, without fear. I recognized my weirdness and was unashamed - thanks to the X-men.

I'm a mutant. And damn proud of it.

Susan Arendt hopes that someone eventually gets Gambit right in an X-Men movie.

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