finally, finally, the roof closed slowly on Deborah. the room was complete. there was no escape because there was no need to escape. some things you can't escape, while you stay alive. like yourself. the mirrors all around the room showed Deborah's reflection. i guess that's me then. i am Deborah. not a part of me, but me. roll on, Deborah, honey. for i am you. xxxx
crossdreaming and trans feelings open up subjective space and raise questions concerning the nature of that space. subjective space is neither objective truth nor delusion. it should be validated per se . who are the validators? we are . xx
don't pretend it's not there for you. such a strange, beautiful, frightening, magical, fundamental part of all of our lives, all of us human beings. xxx
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