Here's me. I'm a person who is living two separate, yet concurrently occurring lives.
On one hand, I am imprisoned inside an aging, incapable, illness-ridden carapace of mortal flesh, of the incorrect gender, and I suffer from massive societal misconduct as a result.
On the other hand, I am a young, brilliant student whom attends a very diverse academy, in a very far off, distant land, distant world, where society is based in equality and reputability, and where I have a loving family, even if all I have is my mother, auntie, and maternal twin brother, as well as our handmaidens. I am well-educated in science, mathematics, alchemy and stealth combat, practicing these arts frequently. Yes, I am also a woman and was born/assigned female at birth, and yes, I am a lesbian, whose attractions are to femininity.
Based upon the life I live back home, how things are there, one can safely presume that it is far better there, and yes, it very well is. In fact, often times, when I face some serious garbage here, I don't know how to handle it and it stresses me the fuck out, often leading to overflow.
A recent event that caused me to overflow led to me facing criminal charges for a hole in the wall, the size of a handball. Criminal Damage of Property, which carries a maximum sentence of 180 days jail and/or $1,500 in fines, for a small hole in the wall. It is a hole in the wall. Who is the victim here? I mean, really, if we're going to be considering an INANIMATE OBJECT AS A VICTIM, then I want the fuck out of here. This is not a safe place, a good place to live, not with a society as fucked as this one is, a society based in Avaricious Greed.
'Wait, so how are you imprisoned inside this mortal flesh now?'
I'm not sure of the process, but it happened when my brother and I were to go away to some unknown hideaway, since my mother and auntie were both going to be busy with some rather touchy things and they wanted us to be safe from something, though not sure what it was we were hiding from, if anything.
It was a long journey, constantly switching between caravans to ensure our cover, but at the last leg (or so I had figured at the time but am not sure now), we would walk on foot, being led by a darkly cloaked individual who never said a word or uttered a sound other than heavy footsteps as they walked. We had walked behind this individual when my brother paused and said something. 'I don't trust him.'
I kept on walking, not sure what to make of my brother's words, because I couldn't think very well, due to being pretty exhausted from having little sleep along the way. I've had time to ponder this since, and I'm damn sure that my brother intended to get me to question the individual we were following.
We walked a long ways, until we reached a cairn. We walked down a narrow, winding spiral staircase that was dimly lit, just enough to allow us to see where to step. Once we reached the bottom, the individual pointed to a pair of large chairs, that we would sit in. I never said anything, same with my brother. I don't remember everything clearly, but I do remember somehow not being able to move from a sitting position, nor could I move my arms or legs after sitting down, but couldn't see or feel any sort of restraints on either of us.
The individual who led us to the chamber moved to the center of the room, and was doing things, but couldn't quite tell what. Flashes of colored light flung here and there, among other pretty sights, but whatever sort of conjuration it was, I couldn't identify it. I don't remember hearing much of anything, nor do I remember much more than all this colorful conjuration, but eventually, I lost consciousness, or fell asleep, but everything did go black.
I had some visions after this, none of them really coherent or any that I could make sense of, but it was silent, lonesome, and then suddenly, I awakened, only to find that my body was not what I had seen in the mirror, nor where I found myself to be anywhere near home. I learned over time what had happened to me, but I know not, what had happened to my brother, mother, auntie, or any of my loved ones...
So much I still don't know...but I do know that Earth is not my home, 'God' doesn't exist, and that the society I was falsely implanted into is likely going to kill me at some point...
I come from a progressive, anarchist society; this here, is a repository of societal misconduct, and it is only getting worse, which brings me to question often: What in the FUCK did I do to deserve my false imprisonment!?