A REFINED LITERATE navigates through the dark deserts of her subconscious, attempting frantically to avoid the impending wall of cold, hard truths relating to her desires.
Your name is ROSE LALONDE and you are just over fifteen years old, which is just about the right time for you to be having a crisis of sexual orientation identity. You almost laugh when you realize it, because it’s fittingly ironic that the girl who loved to psychoanalyze others, cheerfully and mockingly invoking the discredited science of Freud at frequent intervals, simply for her own amusement, would now be staring down the looming, disquieting, uneasy mass of questions surrounding her own sexuality. It certainly doesn’t help that you’re beginning to wonder how your own blindness affects the kind of person you’d be interested in, and honestly, you just need someone you trust to talk to.
…Or perhaps a complete stranger. You’re not sure.
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