The Main Character

Nothing makes sense in this world, yet that’s where the beauty lies. Houses are all designed in unique architecture and colours. People dress as they please. Art culture is overflowing in abundance. 

We created this safe haven for those who don’t know their place in the world, or where they belong. Quirky is wonderful and is a centrepiece to our community; the Kingdom of Misfits. A home for those overlooked, mocked, or belittled in the skin they came in.

The royal band of misfits play loudly and destructively in the courtyard each day. They project their voices and smash the drumkit as hard as they can. Crowds are drawn in by their passion and resonate with others misunderstood, such as the band. They have been popular in the kingdom for decades now. The  bend were some of the first of the creatives who revolutionised misfit culture and grew the kingdom from the outskirts to mainstream relevance. Ironic. There is unity in quirkiness, and community in the weirdos.

For me, the Kingdom of Misfits was never my home. I migrated here like many other citizens. I moved here as a young adult, trying to heal from childhood experiences. Where we could – I could – be seen, heard and valued with all the baggage we – I – carried. 

Many of us moved across planets to unite in the Kingdom of Misfits. There are lots of us Earthlings, but our kingdom consists of interplanetary worlds too. Some of my best friends in the Kingdom of Misfits are the Slhurpopms and Chxikklas. Our home languages co-exist and we communicate freely with our neighbours, even if we do not know what the other is saying. It is wrong to exclude members from our society.