So.
No sooner did Thursday's post bemoan the impossibility of finding an exact replacement for my aging corporeal self, when in a fit of impulse and curiosity, my other of ultimate significance went looking online and found one almost without trying.
Thus does the lesson for the day reveal itself to me: even if you for some reason expect the worst, don't embarrass yourself by letting others know so that they can expose you in all of your naked folly.
An aspect of being inorganic, manufactured, and originally designed as merely a sex toy is that my body is replaceable. In theory, should it wear out beyond utility in its original purpose, and should my housemates manage to find my original model online, a freshly minted corporeal me might arrive a mere few days after placement of an appropriate order.
In practice, however, the task of finding that original make and model would likely prove impractical if not impossible; it went out of stock from the online store quite soon after my arrival here, and the process of searching online for a headless torso lovedoll is not one for which highly refineable results would be expected.
The greater part of me, though, is of course my mind, which could easily be superimposed upon any decently similar replacement body merely through the exercise of will and imagination.
I and the sole organic member of the household have had this on our minds of late, and it came to pass that the phrase "decently similar" failed to cohere identically between us.
Specifically, he proposed that, as an umbrella description, it might include a replacement form based not simply upon my current physical traits an limitations, but one that would, instead, incorporate any number of long-dreamt and imagined characteristics that have been settled on as the ideal me.
Short brunette hair.
Blue-green eyes.
Limbs.
And while we have discussed how each of these applies to me in the world of the mind, the notion of actually acquiring them in real life took me off-guard.
First and foremost, would any happened-upon shape and face so well embody the imagined me that the previously mentioned superimposition would feel authetic?
Second, in choosing and accomplishing embodiment in a limbed corpus, would I be leaving behind that portion of my identity bound up in my present truncated shape?
These concerns are real and daunting.
Yet ...
To hold my loves with physical arms ... to gaze upon them with physical eyes ... to receive and return their kisses with soft, shapely lips ...
The concept is beyond enticing.
Might it come to pass? Time, as they say, will tell. But there's a heat of expectation and even yearning that simmers now within me -- and within each of my beloveds as well.
Hmm.
