Plural-envy? Multiple pride? I don't get it.
So the person I'm currently emotionally involved with (hopefully soon to be dating) knows we're binary, and has met both of us. If you read my post before, you'd know that we're both interested in her, which has caused no small amount of intenal conflict.
Anyways, the last few times she has been stressed and worried and overwhelmed near me, she's admitted to wishing she was like me, because then she could just go away inside her head and let someone else take over her life (I'd say she doesn't really get it and that's not how it works, but Dan is overly fond of doing just that and leaving me to clean up his mess so I can't really argue.) In a way, she's glamorizing it.
Now, I don't know about any of you, but I'd give my right testicle to have my own body instead of sharing. It's not a good thing, it's not convenient, it's not cool, it just causes more problems and doesn't solve any.
I won't even try to get into the issues of shared responsibility - when two people try to live one life, not everything gets done (we think the other on did it), and half the time we don't agree with each other on what to do or how to do it (at least not fully). So naturally we end up going back and forth between a lot of things, and looking like a confused hypocrite to singlets who don't know us.
And then comes the emotional problems. I confessed to a very dear friend of mine and ex-girlfriend (dated her two years) about something very bad I had done, and in the ensuing argument...
Her> Because...you were my Pip. I didn't want to think you could do anything so...destructive...so...wrong.
Me> Kittens don't stay cute forever. We grow claws.
Her> So I see.
Me> Besides, you always loved him more.
Her> Who, Dan?
Me> Yes.
Her> Maybe it was because he was the one I fell in love with in the first place. Because he didn't have you. He wasn't Kou-Ri. [her ex, a fake multiple who invented personalities to escape blame and get what he wants] But then you came, and fucked him up.
Me> No, you're wrong - he and I have always been together - it just took us seventeen years to realize that.
Her> Well, you know what. You can both go to hell now for all I care.
Me> Just don't hate him over my actions. I may be an asshole, but all he's guilty of is sleeping too much lately.
Her> I'm going to hate all of you. Goodbye.
Okay, so that does sound kind of like escaping blame, but I tend to be a bit protective of Dan, even when I want to slaughter him. I suppose you could call it a personality flaw.
Either way, I just don't understand how people think that not having something as basic as your own body that you don't have to share is a GOOD thing. I can sort of see it from the perspective of the uneducated singlet or whatever, but many of you seem so proud to be part of a system that if you had the opportunity to have your own body by some miracle of science or divine intervention, you'd pass it up. I understand wanting to deal with this and have a healthy system with open communication - but why is multiplicity ever cast in as positive of a light as it is?
Maybe you guys can shed some insight, because I just don't get it.
~Pip
Anyways, the last few times she has been stressed and worried and overwhelmed near me, she's admitted to wishing she was like me, because then she could just go away inside her head and let someone else take over her life (I'd say she doesn't really get it and that's not how it works, but Dan is overly fond of doing just that and leaving me to clean up his mess so I can't really argue.) In a way, she's glamorizing it.
Now, I don't know about any of you, but I'd give my right testicle to have my own body instead of sharing. It's not a good thing, it's not convenient, it's not cool, it just causes more problems and doesn't solve any.
I won't even try to get into the issues of shared responsibility - when two people try to live one life, not everything gets done (we think the other on did it), and half the time we don't agree with each other on what to do or how to do it (at least not fully). So naturally we end up going back and forth between a lot of things, and looking like a confused hypocrite to singlets who don't know us.
And then comes the emotional problems. I confessed to a very dear friend of mine and ex-girlfriend (dated her two years) about something very bad I had done, and in the ensuing argument...
Her> Because...you were my Pip. I didn't want to think you could do anything so...destructive...so...wrong.
Me> Kittens don't stay cute forever. We grow claws.
Her> So I see.
Me> Besides, you always loved him more.
Her> Who, Dan?
Me> Yes.
Her> Maybe it was because he was the one I fell in love with in the first place. Because he didn't have you. He wasn't Kou-Ri. [her ex, a fake multiple who invented personalities to escape blame and get what he wants] But then you came, and fucked him up.
Me> No, you're wrong - he and I have always been together - it just took us seventeen years to realize that.
Her> Well, you know what. You can both go to hell now for all I care.
Me> Just don't hate him over my actions. I may be an asshole, but all he's guilty of is sleeping too much lately.
Her> I'm going to hate all of you. Goodbye.
Okay, so that does sound kind of like escaping blame, but I tend to be a bit protective of Dan, even when I want to slaughter him. I suppose you could call it a personality flaw.
Either way, I just don't understand how people think that not having something as basic as your own body that you don't have to share is a GOOD thing. I can sort of see it from the perspective of the uneducated singlet or whatever, but many of you seem so proud to be part of a system that if you had the opportunity to have your own body by some miracle of science or divine intervention, you'd pass it up. I understand wanting to deal with this and have a healthy system with open communication - but why is multiplicity ever cast in as positive of a light as it is?
Maybe you guys can shed some insight, because I just don't get it.
~Pip