The Sum of Many

            Hello,

            You have just come across the journal of a Parallel System. This terminology references the Multiple Community.  Some common associations with the Multiple Community are DID, MPD and the like. These psychiatric disorders are a part of the community, but by no means make up the whole of that community. To learn more visit this link. I think this site is a good one for general education on the subject. It at least gives a picture about the diversity of the multiple community.

            So now that that’s out of the way, we can remove it from the focus of my total picture. I am multiple, but that is not the definition of me. So who am I?

            I am a happy, functional, artistic woman who happens to be kinky, bisexual and multiple. I have many interests stemming mostly from the geek realm. Science Fiction, fantasy, gaming, reading, etymology, history, and many spin-offs of those things.

            I’m a foodie, a martial artist, a painter, a writer, an avid reader, a stumbler uponer of oddities, and a submissive.

            If you’re feeling the want to friend me, drop a note and tell me what filters you’d like to be placed on.

            Plural: On Multiple Matters

            Kinky: On Sexual Matters

            Girly: Crafts, cooking, cleaning tips, PMS rants, girly stuff.

            That’s all. It’s nice to meet you. –Lila

NOTE: Many entries are cross-posted or fed into other journals/blogs of mine.

            It’s Wednesday. This means it’s therapy day for Nick. I don’t hate therapy day like he does. He needs it to calm down the fires that are always raging. I hope tonight is an easy night for him. He needs to have an occasional easy session. 

            I was late to work again. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I haven’t been able to sleep well for a while and it’s starting to catch up with me.  I used to let Nick go to sleep for us because he really, really loves to sleep and would fall asleep fast.

            I don’t do that. I fight it every step of the way and the last three nights, Nick has been doing the same. He was up posting at 11 last night. The guy yells at me around 10:30 to start getting ready for bed because he knows it’ll take me at least 30 minutes to do everything I need to. (Sorry, Nick. I am the slave. I don’t have slave’s getting everything ready for me.) And now he’s up? After 11 writing posts and playing on YouTube? That’s not my Nick.

            No one noticed I was late. Some of the elevators aren’t working again so my boss assumed that I was on break and had to wait a long time to get back up. He didn’t notice I had my purse with me. Even if he did, I’m not sure he’d think twice about it.

            There’s really not much else to say. I was thinking of talking about Liam and Nick, but I don’t want to stir things up today. I might do that tomorrow after Nick’s therapy. 

            My boss doesn’t actually listen or talk with me. He talks at me. He just came to my desk and started going on and on about how bad some ex-employees were and I added my two cents in, politely ignoring the fact that he’s a total asshole.

            I mentioned the possibility that he should lower his voice since he was talking shit about people no longer under him, but still working for the company. Word gets around. Did he listen?  No. 

            Other than that the day is going well. Nick is calming down from last night’s session. It was a hard one for him. When it was over we sat co-running for a while. He was quiet, but I could hear him breathing. It was like he was reliving the whole thing again trying to figure things out. I tried talking to him about it, but all I got were grunts. So I left him alone.

            I could kind of hear his thoughts, but not like usual. He was definitely shutting me out and I just got the spill over of emotion.  I was happy that it was late and we were ready to go to bed anyway. Otherwise I think I would have moped around all night because of it.

            Tonight I’m going out for drinks with a couple of my friends. They chose one of the local gay bars. I haven’t been to one of those in a long, long time. When I had a girlfriend I did, but I’ve been living the het life for a long time now. I wouldn’t mind having a girlfriend, though. I miss that type of touch. Oh, poly. Been there. Done that. Would do it again, but not now.

            I’ve got to go. Breaks over. -Lila