The Strange Case of Miss Freckle and Ms. Dyke

I have come to wonder if I may be a Jekyll/Hyde creation. I believe I look slightly more attractive than Frankenstein, but am I really a victim of two lives? Am I constantly at war with myself?

There are many people who are having their own battles; I won’t pretend I’m the only victim of war. There are many others who are facing doubts of Christianity/Faith vs Sexuality, Traditional/Stable Family Life vs The Truth/Extradition and The Closet/Safety vs Freedom/Persecution.

By day I have freckles on my cheeks and ribbons in my hair. I’m the perfect daughter and student. I do my homework on time and help old ladies across busy roads.

But lo – when it gets dark I indulge my ‘darker’ passions – not PVC, whips or chains… women. The freckles on my cheeks fade and are replaced by a rainbow flag in my hand. My pigtails come apart and my homework is left undone. Meet Ms. Dyke.

So what happens at the end of the story? The ending is certain to be both bitter and sweet. A distant sun follows the dark cloud of inevitability. Two lives will merge. The reader will see that my sexuality doesn’t affect my personality, and that I am who I am.
The End.