we are one but we are many
living in our multiplicity
There’s an Australian song that starts out we are one but we are many, and we took those lyrics and made them our own, because it’s much cooler than the clinical term used to describe us which is Dissociative Identity Disorder. I guess it would be fine if we were writing academic papers, but only a few of us are academics, and academia is still basically a way to present ideas, more formal and more sciencey sounding than other information. It’s a good and legitimate way to find and process information, but apart from Seraphina and Transgressive, most of us aren’t academics.
There are hundreds of us, and once the floodgates opened for us to emerge, we just kept coming, and coming, and coming. Most of us are here because of terrible things that were done to MaryClare (also often referred to in our writing as The Child or The Child that Refused to Die, or the host), from the very beginning. That’s how a person manages to get multiple personalities in the first place. Many of us want to share some of our lives with you, but let us make it clear that we are not writing abuse porn, or inspiration porn. We are sharing our stories.
Some of us will share writing: nonfiction, fiction, poetry, random thoughts, and some of us have offered certain people in our lives written instructions on how to fuck themselves. Honestly you could get anything from us, and we aren’t going to censor ourselves for you so if you’re a sweet conservative with a squeaky clearn, uncomplicated life, you may wish to find other things to read elsewhere. If you’re more offended by the word cocksucker than you are with the idea that children are being slaughtered in their classrooms, you’re not going to like us, and we don’t care. We don’t exist to be liked.
Our work may be too much for you to handle, and we find that the biggest reason people don’t believe in our existence or our trauma is because the idea that these things happen in the world is so terrible they cannot bear it. We are real whether you believe in us or not. Others of us share our artwork, and if you want rainbow unicorn farts, that’s not the kind of shit we produce, not even the littles (they look innocent, but they are not, people did vile things to them).
It seems that there are a few things that a vast majority of us all like, and the ones we can think of right now are the color purple (blue-based purple, not red-based), mythology, the breakfast baconator at Wendy’s (except Matilda who is vegan, and Eve who is just grumpy). We like cool galaxy shit like the our cover picture, colors that go with blue-based purples like blue, black, pink, and silver. Most of us like to write, and those that don’t have another cool talent like painting and all that jazz, and we also like to read.
There are those of us who like pretty sunsets on the beach, some who like going to church, and others that would prefer a sex dungeon in New York, it takes all kinds. The pity of it all is that those of us who would prefer the whips and chains can’t actually go there, because where one goes, we all go, and there are small children here and they cannot consent (we do have community morals and ethics, after all).
We are a mixed bunch with religion, philosophy, and beliefs as well. Lots of us are Christian (MaryClare is, and she’s the host), many of us are agnostic, and we all ask that if any of you see that bitch Aphrodite, to keep her the hell away from us, I don’t think any of us like her.
We are one but we are many, and these are our stories…
