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[Post 050] Anonymous Text

Need help regarding love, potential relationships, and the like? Ask here.

[A very simple premise with ulterior motives. France will, however, answer all the questions seriously because love, in his opinion, should always be taken seriously no matter how big or how small.]

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[Surprisingly, France hasn't gotten any of that sort of inquiry yet. He was expecting more of it.]

I've gotten quite a few strange requests over my time. What sort of weird are you referring to?

I mean the shit you get kicked out of the country club for. There's got to be some freaks around here.

Country clubs will kick you out for pretty much anything, and people will consider others freakish for just as many reasons. For example, in this place, dead people turning into creatures that are used by other people to do battle against each other and to breed is considered 100% normal. I, however, find it unnatural and abhorrent.

I need you to be more specific.

You got a point there.

I mean weird shit like [He tries to find a graceful, subtle way to put it and quickly gives up. Fuck, it doesn't matter anyway.] guys having things for guys. Especially if they've spent most of their lives normal.

[France is about 100% sure he's talked to you about this before now. Very distinctive mode of speaking.]

I am physically male, but that has never controlled my preferences in partners. Being what I am, I may have a bit more room to move at times, but sociocultural norms and expectations are what have put boundaries on me in my private life; it has never been my natural being. Love itself is not bound to gender or sex nor should it be. Besides, historical norms of love and livelihood are constantly changing, nowadays faster than before.

[Blake may have a bit of a fixation.

A whole bunch of that goes right over his head, but he thinks he gets the gist.]

I guess a lot of shit's changing all the time.

What if you're too damn old to change with it?

You are never too old to change. There are certain things that the body will not be able to do or very well with age, but that does not apply to a healthy mind. So long as you have your mental faculties, you can change.

[France knows this well.]

You think old dogs can learn new tricks, huh.

But shit, even besides that other problem. What if it's been so long since you went out and dated somebody you don't remember how? Especially when everything's always changing, like you said.

I know they can.

Dating is a bit like riding a bicycle: you never really forget the basics. It might be a bit awkward to get back on the market so to say, but, after the initial hurdle of the act of getting out there, it comes back.

You haven't met the old dogs I have.

You say getting out there like it's fucking easy. Where do you even goddamn start around here?

[Oh, France is pretty sure he's met the gambit of old dogs over the past thousand or so years, but he's not going to say.]

Admittedly, this place isn't the easiest to meet people to start relationships. There aren't any clubs or bars about with regular crowds, and people are always moving. The best advice I can give you is to be proactive about it. Respond to people you think look interesting on the 'Gear network. Talk to people you find appealing when you're travelling or in town. This is difficult at first especially if you've been off-market for a while so to say, but it's the most surefire way to figure out if someone is interested.

I was lousy at it back home, too. Back there, work was a good reason. Miss a first date because some idiot put in a bomb threat to the local zoo, and you don't usually get a chance for a second.

[He shakes his head at the words on the screen.]

Shit, I don't know why I'm been telling you about it. It's tough enough even finding anybody around here who isn't young enough to be my kid.

Likely, you're telling me this because it's anonymous. You do not have to fear judgement for your statements. Issues surrounding love are easier to talk about when you can feel comfortable in expressing them.

This place presents some unique problems in not only how it holds us here but also what it does to our physical forms. I very much sympathise with wanting to find someone to be with who is a similar age to you.

Don't make me laugh. You're judging the shit out of anybody dumb enough to answer these. It just doesn't matter because you have no idea who us freaks are.

What are you talking about, physical forms? I look and feel the same as I always did. Same age, too.

Maybe so, but the opinion of someone you do not know and cannot identify hardly matters, does it? I would be part of the group of freaks to use your terminology, though, and I do try to not be a hypocrite.

Generally, what I mean by physical form is our bodies. There's a number of individuals who have been brought to this place whose bodies are not what they are back in their own world. I myself physical look the same, but my form seems to work intrinsically differently. I'm glad to hear that you have been allowed to keep what you have always had. I have to admit I'm a bit jealous.

I knew it. You do these just to find losers to laugh at, don't you?

Wait. What kind of freak do you mean, here?

A human's pretty much a human. Two arms, two legs. What else would you be?

[a moment later, a hurried follow-up arrives.]

Tell me you're not a fucking horse.

[France rolls his eyes skyward before responding.]

I can assure you that I am not laughing, nor am I currently or ever have been an animal of any sort.

I'm not a human, though I've always had a humanoid form. There used to be quite a few others from my world here, but now it's just me. I suppose I've become unique now.

[Those are both actually a big relief to hear.] Then what do you get out of being everybody's Dear Abby, anyway?

If you're not a human, then what are you? An alien?

To be honest, there was an alternative motive to this post. Some of my travelling companions were acting oddly in that particular way where you know something is there. I meant this to help them along.

[France isn't sure if it did help, but he got the information he was looking for.]

Besides that, I like to help people. It was part of my job back home, and I don't get to do it very much here.

Well, this will rather out me now that there's no one like me here in this world, but I'm like the personification of a nation. I'm an entity that represents a state and its people. I've learned this isn't a normal phenomenon. The closest I can get to describing my role in life that seems to make sense to most people is to say I am the state. I have a voice, a body, a personality, though, and those are my own to a certain extent.

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