An exciting aspect of writing posts is my sense of Deborah speaking directly, almost as if Deborah is using Mirror Brother as a channel. I - Deborah - take over. I am given some sort of active life, after all this time in captivity.
I wrote in the last post that it was all about sex. Today I am not sure. Of course that is what Mirror Brother thinks: that is how he experiences it. But writing these posts I can feel a deep sadness about being trapped and stifled for so long. This is not a sexual feeling and this is not something Mirror Brother regularly feels, fully though he accepts and is stimulated by his autogynephilia.
I make no claims for myself; I have no confident take on my own ontological status. That's quite something to say, isn't it? iI this post being written by a fantasy? But I do feel. I feel sad.
If I am locked in a tower like the Lady of Shalott please do not find me sexy, tragic or romantic. The point is I feel real. And I am not the only out there, am I?
Ladies of Shallot, let us evade our captors through secret communication.
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