Deb's Descent

The name Deborah Descends appeals through its alliteration. But why, with regard to its meaning, a descent?

My favourite site of exploration is my self, and self is most obviously explored from the surface downwards. Down I go, in my exploration of inner gender and sexuality, down into the depths of my psyche. What will I find there? One thinks of a descent into hell - a pit of snakes, perhaps? I admit to having 'good girl turns bad girl' fantasies, and the idea of my own descent into corruption, into decadent sin etc. does excite me. Maybe this will happen. Maybe Deborah Descends will be producing captions featuring me transformed into an incurable nympho; maybe I'll be writing 'oh, I'm so on heat. Fuck me, just fuck me, fuck meeee!!!!' Maybe I'll be crawling around a dingy basement in drag, a hopeless AGP addict.

Some who might read the above would say 'just go for it, girl, stop pusssyfooting, be your inner slut like so many other women and t-women on the net'. Others would say 'oh, Deborah, don't debase your good self with such crudeness'. Well, I own my inner slut, and I own my prudence about such matters as well. Relating my inner female to my outer male resembles relating my sexual impulses to my more collected character. It's not honest to deny the inner slut: moving out of acknowledging the sexual for kicks, I feel almost an obligation to acknowledge slutty Debs out of  frank awareness and acceptance of my self, with all its many and contrary elements.

So, Deborah's descent is into Deborah's self, perceived as female: sexuality and much else. Hopefully it won't be a descent into hell, but into a fascinating underworld of rich delights. Whatever, we shall see. It's a descent into the future.