I Can't Stop Thinking About A Plural Future. I Can't Stop Thinking About The Day A Plural Kid Goes To

I can't stop thinking about a plural future. I can't stop thinking about the day a plural kid goes to school and won't be forced to "get rid" of his "imaginary" friend when he gets older. About the day a plural kid goes to university and joins a plurality affinity group and takes a class about disability, neurodivergency, and plurality in society. About the day a parade rushes through Washington D.C. flaunting icons of intersecting rings and ampersands, joyous and unafraid. About the day non-discrimination policies say that you can't discriminate against someone on the basis of their multiplicity. About the day a system can introduce themselves in public as Jackie and Johnny, not just Jackie. About the day a presidential candidate gets on stage and tells the nation that they believe plurality is real and worthy of respect. About the day someone talking about their sysmate is as normal as talking about their partner. About the day a system dies and the names of all of their sysmates are carved on their gravestone. I can't stop thinking about the day that we are unbound and happy. May we never lose sight of that day.

We are not a "good system". We are mentally ill, dissociative, traumatized, fragmented, angry and scared. We don't bow to singlets, we don't play their games and take their commands on what we should be. We're a bad system. We have problematic headmates, fictives, littles. We have sex in our system, we have abuse in our system. We're not "good" and docile. We will yell and scream and fight if you disrespect us, we won't dip our head down and let you tell us that we don't deserve to exist. We accept other systems, we don't gatekeep and harass endogenic systems or willogenic systems or "fake" systems. We accept ALL plurals. We will not let you sway us on this fact. We're not "good" to people who want to attack our siblings and cousins. Our persecutors and protectors will not make exceptions for YOU. Our littles are not YOUR kids. Our fictives are not YOUR blorbos. They are not going to be "good" for you. We're a "bad" system. We're not your study project, your fascination, your pets, your way to talk to your blorbos, your toys. We're alive and we deserve respect.

There's something about being a man in love with another man that just feels so right. Like something inside of me is being healed as the pieces are coming together. I love witnessing and sharing masculinity in a romantic context. It's gentle and calming and reassuring.

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