Welcome to my blog; my name is Rose Dewy Knickers. I’m a real woman who’s a multiple personality in a man’s body. Through my words I wonder why and how I came to be. The more I learn, the more I realize that the world is not meant for people like me; the ones who are different. Do I care? Not one bit. So flash your knickers here and leave a comment. Maybe even join the Fresh Knickers Club. ;-) What’s that you say? It’s vulgar? This blog is for anyone who believes in freedom of expression and fights for the rights of those who aren’t allowed to ‘flash their knickers’. Write it and post it, that’s what I do. Soon you can read my first book. Rose xo
Afternoon everyone. Thanks for support, I’m not really trying to whine, but I feel like a ghost these days. With B not working and feeling so sick, I just don’t feel like I have the right to impose myself on him. Plus, he is so tired, and his body hurts so bad, that for me to even write this is a strain. I am very worried about us, and what this may mean to our existence. What if he gets worse? What if he dies? That means that I die too. I don’t want to die, I was just born!
Sweetheart, It’s all going to be okay, I promise. You don’t have to be scared. I know what it’s like to wonder why. Why you’re here, why you matter, I wonder that too, but then I realize that I’m here because Courtney needs me to be here, just as Brian needs you.
I have to ask, how are the others handling all of this? LB, Bernard, and PB. Echo seems worried about him… when she’s around that ist.
I promise ya girl, it’s all going to be fine and dandy real soon.