Monday Meme: Avatar Transformation

Approximately ten thousand hundred ages ago (like, three weeks), Strawberry challenged us to Transform our Avatar so we'd be nearly unrecognizable. It happened after a series of rough weeks, when I was finally getting a little breathing room, and seemed like a bridge too far for me at the time. I wasn't even sure what it could mean. Overall, I tend to present as a bright, bouncy, happy fae, but it would be foolishness to deny my darker side, or that my darker side had come out in my pictures many, many times before. One of the reasons I identify in Second Life as specifically a rainbow fae is because rainbows can encompass everything and nothing; they are darkness, light, transparency, rain, sun, and everything in between. They form at the nexus of apparent opposites, and are as transient and fleeting as a soap bubble. These days I conceal my darkness from most people, having learned from experience that it's usually not appreciated, but it comes out regularly in my pictures - and nine times out of ten, if there's a short or something enigmatic with poetry, it was a rough week.

I like to move between Genres, which is part of why the Genre event appeals to me so much. Each month, new vistas open to explore and I'm pushed to embody things I wouldn't naturally gravitate towards, often within them finding beauty unguessed at. I may be fanciful and fun, but I'm also fickle and flighty and forgetful; I am often kind, but I have my cruel side and there are times I take glee in that cruelty. I like to think my knives are pointed and well earned, but I'm the first to admit that every armed person likely feels the same. I can be a Queen, "Not dark, but beautiful and terrible as the dawn! Treacherous as the sea! Stronger than the foundations of the earth! All shall love me, and despair!" Unlike Galadriel, I have no idea if I will diminish and go into the West and remain Deoridhe - mere mortals don't get the same exclamation points approving of their lives well lived. I do know that now and then I walk into a Genre and are completely nonplussed, baffled by how I could in any way fit into the theme of the month. And thus we find within the happenstance of Genre an unexpected change to examine a road so not taken that it's track has vanished under decades of leaves, and upon that road to find the transformation Strawberry asked for.

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