DISCLAIMER: Brian is a man, however the author of this blog is a woman.
So, who is Rose Dewy Knickers? I am the author of this blog and I am a real woman that just happens to be a part of Brian. I am real as you are, I just live in a man’s body with many others. I write as a woman and my blog is my own and when I comment to you, I do so as myself. If I talk to you on the phone or in person, you are talking to me, Rose. I also tried blogging more recently as Bawdy Wench but have not made much progress there.
I started writing and blogging before Brian was aware that I was real, and now that he knows, things are going to be better for us. Because I don’t have my own body, I like to ask questions. I am very curious about being a woman and I am engaged in issues that affect us. Brian and I don’t agree on everything, but we do agree to give each other our space. So go ahead and flash your knickers here.
This is my Guest Showing at Doug’s blog Waking Ambrose.
This is a post of support by Jen, who writes about her experiences dealing with multiples.
A beautiful poem by Marcia. Thank you my friend.
My name is Rose Dewy Knickers. I was born out of a fractured child’s mind to take care of ourselves. I have no memories of that time, but I have no doubt as to what happened. All the feelings and emotions became stronger until this past June 2006, when I felt brave and strong enough to be heard.
So what now. As my friends have pointed out, life is hard for everyone and being a woman in a man’s body is not the worst thing in the world. I like writing stories and poetry. I like being silly, and sassy. I love to eat out. I love girly clothes and jewelry and I love sex. Haven’t had it yet, at least not as an adult.
So what now. The persona I like the most, is Dewy Knickers. Dewy as a reporter, as a world traveler, as a woman making a difference in people’s lives. This is where my dreams meet reality.
The reality is that I will never be a woman. Never experience a woman’s body. Never make love as a woman. This doesn’t mean I’m giving up, just that I need to find fulfillment within myself and not look to others for direction and purpose.
This then is my manifesto:
To live without fear.
To live everyday with joy and hope.
To find my interests.
To make the best of my life.
To write my own story.
Rose Dewy Knickers