Jimmy

So it is you and it is me.

Brother-husband! Brother through Loki! I love you!
When we first met, (and I mean very first) I swear we were warriors, you and me, brothers, Rupert and James, we died to protect. But now...now you keep the same body but I am the other! The anti-phallus, the lack. I feel that I really don't lack, but it is you who does. I may have a gaping, a hole, but still there is a stimulus. I can feel, yes I CAN! Don't say no, don't deny it.

Brother-husband, you are a part of me as much as your true wife, your true lover, and I will never come between. But I will demand love as sister-wife. You will never escape my memory. You can never forget the hope we shared together on that field so many years ago, protecting our family from certain doom, loyalty, love, brotherly love. It is beyond whatever your body tells you or mine tells me.

Maybe different choices led us to different bodies in the end. The gods have yet to tell me. But there is no coming between us. Brother. Husband. Lover. Combat mate. Let's fight them together, the forces, the belching blondes that try to tear us apart. The friends, the people, the hierarchies that tell us no. You are...I am...We are/is/am the same. The same child.

Love me/yourself.

Brother.

Lover.

Husband.