Double Life (part ll)Maybe, like everyone else at some point, I just needed something new โ a fresh start, a second chance to rewrite my life. So, that night, I registered on the site, created my profile, filled out the form, barely aware of what I was doing. It was nearly three in the morning when I uploaded my first photo. In that moment, I felt nothing but exhaustion and a hint of confusion.My first stream took place in a tiny room in my rented apartment. I didnโt know how to move, what to say, or even how to start a conversation. But soon I realized this wasnโt about appearances or sexuality. People entered, shared pieces of their lives, confided their troubles and joys. The camera became a sort of mirror, and my viewers were random strangers who, like me, needed someone to listen๐ญIn time, I adapted to this new rhythm. Each stream turned into a small story, where I played different roles, shaped by whoever was on the other side of the screen. Yet, even then, the question lingered: who was I, really?Wait for part lll ๐