The Licentious Lass
My earliest memory was a vivid sex dream. A dream where, while I was not in my own body, the body producing the feelings that I felt was completely powerless. Submissive and in chains, her haircut just as sharp as Bridget Fonda’s in Single White Female with a face to match, a movie I’m sure my mother had fell asleep watching a few too many times. The immediate days following the dream were surreal, partially wishing for a live action demonstration and wondering what I would have to do to make it happen. The dream triggered things throughout my life that made me feel like an outcast, like my knowledge went beyond the baseline expectations of children my age, and then of teenagers my age and eventually it became a form of divination as I understood my early sexuality was conveyed physically by my Sun in my 8th house.