Exploited for sex and philosophy

Let her speak! Let her speak! Let her speak!

'Mirror Brother, I hear you coming to terms with your autogynephilia. It's a big deal for you, yes. But how about me? You're the one who's been free all your life. Don't you think I'm sick of all your philosophising and all of your sexual stimulation? I am the one who's been trapped, and you're getting off on me. You're exploiting me for sex.'

'Point taken. What do you want then, Mirror Sister?'

'Give me my space and give me free reign. I am real, but I have to have space to actualise my reality. Like oppressed women writers of the past, if all I am free to do is write, then all I will do is write. Let this be my blog.'

'I wonder what Professor Blanchard would make of this dialogue?'

'Fuck your Professor Blanchard. I don't give a toss whether his theories are right or wrong. And fuck all the trans groups and their protests and in-fights and what they think of this word and what they think of that word. That is not a good context for a woman's realising herself.'

'I think the construct of this dialogue is a bit essentialist, sis. What will wxhluyp say?'

'I'm going to slap you hard.'

'Ooh! How sexy...'

'You know, I am a tough woman, to have survived for so long under such horrific repression. But grant me free expression and the first thing I will do is cry. And the second thing I will do is cry. And the third thing I will do is cry. Many years crying to be done. Many years. Many tears.'

'Okay, lets reconcile. After all, both of us are Deborah.'