Brynna on 09/09/05

I did it!

Christi, if you get here, it's us and this is me, Brynna! Remember our poem The Theology of Erotic Space?

For anyone else who is not my good friend Christi, my name is Brynna and I am a succubus. You read that right! I am a member of the Outlands Community, a group of flesh-and-blood and ethereal beings dedicated to the spiritual evolution of everyone. Including you; but this is not a case of whether you like it or not!

This blog was created for the succubi to write in, and there are a number of us: Sara, and Ling, and Gwenn, and Katty Cutty. There's actually lots more of us, but I won't list them all; they'll get to write in here eventually.

I was born on Manx, or the Isle of Man to the rest of you, sevreal hundred years ago. I was a boy then and my name was Brynar, meaning "sacred to Brynn." Since anyone reading this may wonder if succubi undergo sex-change operations, no, we don't; we do periodically change genders, it's a part of post-mortem existence.

Now if this is a little confusing, I'll explain a little better. Several hundred years ago I was a boy on Manx. I died. No, I don't remember how; many of us don't. Probably of disease or the weather, which can be quite foul in winter. But I must have been sexually mature, because after the initial period of trying to get my parents and sister and brothers to see me and hear me, I found that there were others who could sense me after a fashion. Usually, and to my delight, this ability manifested itself sexually, and I had the greatest fun for centuries hooking up with women, and then as my desires changed, men. About a year ago I underwent the metamorphosis that we all occasionally experience, that of changing gender. Just as well; by this time as a man I was so effeminate you wouldn't have known anyway.

I'm sure any number of people who read this will find it a bit much to take. I am being channeled by someone who is sitting in front of a computer. We'll answer questions to the best of our ability, but we ask that you try to avoid asking us to hook up with you, we are working for spiritual goals and have plenty of hook-up already. One of the delights of not being Christian.