These past few days, I've been undergoing a crisis. For countless years, I've been traveling the multiverse, dominating every parallel Earth I come across. So far, the tally is at 15, but I feel like I've been living a lie.
You see, I only did this out of sheer frustration. People wouldn't accept me for who I am, so I usurped power from them and made them fear me. It was the only solace I could find. Looking back, I realize that I've been fooling myself. I don't want to become the god of metal or cut a path of dominion through the cosmos. Understanding this, I did some soul searching. If this isn't what I want, then what is my true purpose in life?
After coming to grips with myself and my insecurities, I've come to a conclusion. Since I was born, I've been hiding this truth from myself and everyone around me. I was so ashamed, that I couldn't let anyone know. There was one thing I always wanted to do; one passion that I dare not indulge for fear of ridicule...
I want to be a cross-dressing ballerina.
Yes, go ahead, laugh at me all you want. I don't care anymore. This has always been my dream and I won't let anyone convince me that I can't do it. I can just see myself, on the stage of Radio City Music Hall, dancing as the Sugar Plum Fairy in The Nutcracker or the Princess in Swan Lake; to be lifted high off my feet by some handsome Russian as we daintily prance around the stage.
For those of you who subscribe to my blog, I invite you to enjoy the history, grace, and culture of ballet. Those boorish people who think ballet is for sissies can just get the hell out, now. I don't want your vulgar, barbaric presence sullying my blog.
Speaking of which, this blog needs a makeover. I'm thinking of a floral motif with pastel tones.
I have to go, now. I'm running late for my first class at the dance studio.
Kaiser out (I don't like that name, anymore. I need to think of something more... delicate. I know, La Fleur de Danse. That would make a perfect performance pseudonym.)
Sortie La Fleur