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I saw the boy who lives in the mirror last night.
I had just gotten out of the shower -- I had been rinsing the dye out of my hair -- and my hair was pulled back and slicked, and the towel was wrapped tightly around my chest, and we spent a little bit staring at each other.
He looks more like my brother than I do. A little darker, a little more angular in the jaw, the sideburns a little thinner and fluffier, but I can see the facial structure around his eyes and recognise those cheekbones, the thick, bushy eyebrows, the underlying bone structure there.
He looked a little spooked to have been seen, as if I had exposed him unexpectedly, caught him with his pants down. Eventually we got used to each other, familiarised ourselves with our respective twin on the other side of the mirror.
I wonder if I go in there, if he'll be there, or if I'll just see me.
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shaddragon pointing out that there was a supernova event visible to the naked eye on/in the world we were in at the time ... Well, that and a lot of near-identically named ninjas.
I had just gotten out of the shower -- I had been rinsing the dye out of my hair -- and my hair was pulled back and slicked, and the towel was wrapped tightly around my chest, and we spent a little bit staring at each other.
He looks more like my brother than I do. A little darker, a little more angular in the jaw, the sideburns a little thinner and fluffier, but I can see the facial structure around his eyes and recognise those cheekbones, the thick, bushy eyebrows, the underlying bone structure there.
He looked a little spooked to have been seen, as if I had exposed him unexpectedly, caught him with his pants down. Eventually we got used to each other, familiarised ourselves with our respective twin on the other side of the mirror.
I wonder if I go in there, if he'll be there, or if I'll just see me.
[ Please be advised that I did not select the music for this. It is, in fact, what started playing just as I started writing. ]
I was going to write dream notes, but I've lost them, alas. All I remember clearly is
shaddragon pointing out that there was a supernova event visible to the naked eye on/in the world we were in at the time ... Well, that and a lot of near-identically named ninjas.
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Basically, I'm failing to find good words. Except that I don't generally see a gender in the mirror at all ... mostly because I seem to be wired androgyne even if I don't look it.
I'm mostly OK with that. The true-androgyne variant is a bit skinnier and significantly flatter, with slightly sharper facial features. And a couple inches taller. Otherwise, it's pretty much me.
This does mean I have some really weird issues about pregnancy and childbearing. /: Occasionally I wish I were a bit more 'normal' in that regard.
If I'd been born male? instead of female? ... I really don't know. I don't think that my personality would change substantially, though what I'm doing with my life might.