...and definitely not female.

I won't go so far as to say male, entirely... gender seems rather unrelated to me, just now. But if I had to define myself, I would be male. My mind shifts into those grooves, pathways that normally I don't even bother with, turns of phrase that I usually prefer to leave to Alex, or Kadin, or Nick, or Arrasto.

Dehan is alive and well. And, apparently, taking over my consciousness. *shrugs* It's for the best, really. It means I'll forget to change my pads, and won't wear skirts, and will have NO idea why people keep calling me 'she' and 'her'. It will mean that when I'm talking in third-person it will be he and him and his, and will confuse people who don't know me well.

But it also means that I will be able, at least for a little while, to block out the fact that physically I am female. It will mean that my mind will ever-so-conveniently slip away from the thoughts that have given me nightmares for days... weeks... months.

It means I'm being given a chance to balance the slate, mentally. I like that. Even if it does mean that I'm going to disturb the hell out of a few people.