Twin Suns Sun Twins: Interum Birth

I am well going to continue my account, but today is my birthday, so I'm feeling entitled and narcissistic.

A few friends have spoken with me since I posted yesterday- one good friend asked:

"Cmon Tharpa, do you really want to go shopping at Crate and Barrel with a man?"

To which I think: 

"Not sure. Do I really want to go shopping at Bed Bath and Beyond  with a  woman?"

Next, I'll be contemplating my feelings on shopping at Williams and Sonoma with a transexual.

I'm not sure about any of them. I've done that a bunch of times and the fucking fragrance factor is off the fucking charts.  (What's up with the smells? Are there really tiny pieces of shit  going into my nose when I walk my dog- is that how it works?)  If so, I've got about 10,000 little potpourri shit candles full of Chinese manufactured pixie effluent sticking to the inside of my skull.  Dog poo would be preferable.   Thank you Bed Bath and Beyond for listening, and taking a second look at your tasteful smells.

Or, because I'm married, people often claim that means I'm a 'normal' heterosexual.  "You're not sleeping with guys, so how can you be bi-sexual?"

Hmmmm.   A puzzler. Does that mean if I'm not sleeping with anyone I'm a non-sexual? 

Maybe masturbators are gay, by definition.

Better think that question through a bit there.....

And of course, the bi-lateral split, when the two personalities pushed until they shoved  and staked out half  my mortal frame per,  a sharp, vivid border right down the exact middle of my chest.................and they wouldn't even talk to each other.  It was like that Steve Martin movie where he's possessed by a dead Lilly Tomlin, and they battle for control of one body.

Now, obviously there was some observer function watching this 'trial separation', because some "I"- whoever that is- was witnessing it without fear.

But man, was it real.

Yeah.  That's one that I don't understand at all- I don't blame you, Dear Reader, for thinking it's just my active imagination or dramatic license.   If it hadn't happened to me, I would tend to think it was crap; some kind of fantasy or delusion.

I swear upon my honor that it happened just that way-  for two solidly wierd weeks.  I didn't even think to see no shrink; what the hell do they know about such things?  Very little I'm sorry to report.

Back to the story-soon- for anyone wanting to hear this tale's arc and weave, woof and wobble.

Cheers,

Tharpa

To Part III