Tell me about yourself!
[ l i i l y || x ]
Prince was thrown off by the question. He can’t remember the last time anyone asked about him. Most people he tried to befriend weren’t interested. His cocky behavior, and annoying personality chased most away. So he was very surprised when the man asked, pure interest in his tone. “Well.. my name is Prince, for starters. I think it’s pretty fitting, considering.” He made a show of bringing his hands up to sit his chin on his open palms, flashing a bright smile. “I was born in some backwater town in Georgia. I knew from the start I didn’t fit in there. A place like that wasn’t for me. Everyone in the town had these really closed off minds, and everyone had the same opinion about everything; if it’s different, or strange, and we don’t understand it, it’s wrong.” Prince held a clouded look in his eyes, like he was looking into the hazy memories of his past. “No one understood me there. My parents were ashamed of the reputation I gave them when I started to explore gender. It was just viewed as disgusting there. So, on my 16th birthday, I packed all my stuff, and drove my ol’ hippie van up to New York. I had an aunt who didn’t mind me staying.” As he spoke, Prince gestures into thin air with his paws, excitement beginning to fill his once dejected gaze. “Everything in New York was amazing. There were so many people, who all looked so different. The city was bright, and judgment was set aside. My life was so interesting. But, things aren’t ever perfect. Good things must end for better things to take their place, I think.” A dark look passed over his features once more, as he continued on. When did this become a sob story? “Despite the different attitudes in New York, people still couldn’t find it in themselves to.. approve of me. I was bullied throughout most of high school. So when I graduated, I said goodbye to New York. I don’t know why, but staying in one spot for too long makes me feel anxious. Like I’m being chased and I need to run.” Prince was rambling now, and getting far too personal, he knew. But he couldn’t stop. He had to get it all out. “I found myself in California. My auntie was kind enough to lend me some money to register at the college. I know I just look like a pretty boy, but I’m pretty freaking smart. Anyway... I had a place to live in the dorms, for now. I was scared for college because of the bullying I had experienced in high school. But I had a plan. I was always real good at acting, so I thought I’d make a livin’ out of it. I put up that ‘cool guy’ facade. Y’know, the one where nothing gets to you, and you have a joke for everything. I was always smiling. Turns out, that pays off. People love the happy guy, and that’s what I was.” Prince cast his eyes back towards the man, who had paused from his activity to listen closely. “After so long of acting that way? I actually did begin to feel happier. I made some friends who saw through my walls, and really helped me out. I’m way more confident because of it. And now? You have the gorgeous, going-to-be model before you. I also make the best pickup lines, not to boast or anything.” The man laughed deep within his chest, a warm smile spread across friendly features. “Nice to meet you, Prince.” And for once, Prince knew that someone was ACTUALLY meeting him. “Nice to meet you, too.”
[ l i i l y || x ]
Prince was thrown off by the question. He can’t remember the last time anyone asked about him. Most people he tried to befriend weren’t interested. His cocky behavior, and annoying personality chased most away. So he was very surprised when the man asked, pure interest in his tone. “Well.. my name is Prince, for starters. I think it’s pretty fitting, considering.” He made a show of bringing his hands up to sit his chin on his open palms, flashing a bright smile. “I was born in some backwater town in Georgia. I knew from the start I didn’t fit in there. A place like that wasn’t for me. Everyone in the town had these really closed off minds, and everyone had the same opinion about everything; if it’s different, or strange, and we don’t understand it, it’s wrong.” Prince held a clouded look in his eyes, like he was looking into the hazy memories of his past. “No one understood me there. My parents were ashamed of the reputation I gave them when I started to explore gender. It was just viewed as disgusting there. So, on my 16th birthday, I packed all my stuff, and drove my ol’ hippie van up to New York. I had an aunt who didn’t mind me staying.” As he spoke, Prince gestures into thin air with his paws, excitement beginning to fill his once dejected gaze. “Everything in New York was amazing. There were so many people, who all looked so different. The city was bright, and judgment was set aside. My life was so interesting. But, things aren’t ever perfect. Good things must end for better things to take their place, I think.” A dark look passed over his features once more, as he continued on. When did this become a sob story? “Despite the different attitudes in New York, people still couldn’t find it in themselves to.. approve of me. I was bullied throughout most of high school. So when I graduated, I said goodbye to New York. I don’t know why, but staying in one spot for too long makes me feel anxious. Like I’m being chased and I need to run.” Prince was rambling now, and getting far too personal, he knew. But he couldn’t stop. He had to get it all out. “I found myself in California. My auntie was kind enough to lend me some money to register at the college. I know I just look like a pretty boy, but I’m pretty freaking smart. Anyway... I had a place to live in the dorms, for now. I was scared for college because of the bullying I had experienced in high school. But I had a plan. I was always real good at acting, so I thought I’d make a livin’ out of it. I put up that ‘cool guy’ facade. Y’know, the one where nothing gets to you, and you have a joke for everything. I was always smiling. Turns out, that pays off. People love the happy guy, and that’s what I was.” Prince cast his eyes back towards the man, who had paused from his activity to listen closely. “After so long of acting that way? I actually did begin to feel happier. I made some friends who saw through my walls, and really helped me out. I’m way more confident because of it. And now? You have the gorgeous, going-to-be model before you. I also make the best pickup lines, not to boast or anything.” The man laughed deep within his chest, a warm smile spread across friendly features. “Nice to meet you, Prince.” And for once, Prince knew that someone was ACTUALLY meeting him. “Nice to meet you, too.”
