Think of a feeling—a desire—you’ve had for as long as you can remember. Something you’d almost consider an essential part of your character. Something personal, a choice you dream to make for your own life.
Now imagine you’re told that feeling is wrong. Not just by someone, but by everyone. The very foundations of your society presume that such a feeling is abhorrent, even dangerous. That you must be a defective human being for having it.
Imagine that even breaching the subject is taboo. That talking about it even in neutral, analytical terms is cause for alarm. That its portrayal is mainly used as a source of shock-value drama or comedy.
Imagine that you have to keep this feeling a secret from those you love, for fear they try to get professionals to fix you. For fear that the very thought of it would cause them distress. Let alone actually acting on it; they’d be heartbroken, possibly even blaming themselves, for what realistically only affects you.
But, imagine that that’s the solution. That those who have gone through with it have invariably found relief.
It’s a big leap, though, with a lot of details to be planned and work to be done. Help would really be appreciated. Yet publicly coming out as contemplating such an action could lead to forcible retaliation.
That's how mafia works.
Current Residence: A dorm!
Print preference: Fast draft
Favourite genre of music: Somehing to which one can move
Favourite style of art: Abstract, 'specially fractal
Operating System: Windows
MP3 player of choice: SanDisk
Shell of choice: What does this even mean?
Wallpaper of choice: The Power of Panic
Skin of choice: I've only ever seen this used for puns…
Favourite cartoon character: Louise Belcher
Personal Quote: Don't fight for your beliefs, spread them.