My Evil Twin or the person S4 fondly refers to as “Fucker”

One day during the first month or so we’d gotten to know each other, Star5 and I were walking down the sidewalk. Unprovoked, I pushed her into a streetlamp. Like you do. She huffed, “Okay Oliver”, which at the time meant nothing to me. I had yet to meet Oliver X- he was still living in San Francisco at the time.

Later last summer, at Burning Man, during our teardown of camp, I scaled the dome and my campmates told me to stand up so they could take a picture of me “being Oliver”. I’d met the guy, only briefly, but to me he was just some girl’s boyfriend over in Alis’ camp. I didn’t actually meet Olly until the fall, when he came up to Minneapolis for a visit. We ended up in an intense conversation about all the mischief and pranks we’d each wreaked over the years, and I agreed to eke out some revenge in his stead. Later that fall, he moved back to the Twin Cities.

Now, the fact that Olly and I are twins eluded all of us for quite a while- perhaps Star5 knew something that day I pushed her into a lamppost. Oliver and I became good friends, and hung out fairly regularly, and not realizing there was anything more than a bunch of shared interests and some similar personality characteristics. Until the night we both bleached our hair (unbeknownst to one another) for a party, and we realized something was up- that there was much more than coincidence to the similarities between us.



One thing I realized- one doesn’t necessarily have to be at odds with one’s twin- it doesn’t have to be good vs evil. I think we’re probably naughty and naughtier. I’m fine with that. What’s better than that pulling the old “twin switch” on Olly’s gal?



Thanks to Puss for photos.