Welcome to my lounge.

Please, have a seat, make yourself comfortable. Take your shoes off, if you like.

What would you like to drink?  I know just how to make your drinks, I won't forget if I lived 80 years, my sexy martian.

Comfortable? Well, here I go...

I'm powerless to stop you from reading this, once I hit "publish", or anybody else. That is of no import to me, I have nothing to hide and I will never betray a confidence. Even when said confidence is regarding somebody in (just for instance, let's say) Mexico.  I'm not like that.

Something does leak, now and again, maybe brought about by adrenalline, but one thing I do know is that I do not hallucinate. I subject things to stringent tests before I assert them to exist.

It seems like a game of cat and mouse but, who's the cat here? Where I am, when I am, I declare myself manifest, in form A or in form B. There's no C.

In the virtual world, it should be easy as pie for you to walk away, should it not? There's the "block" and "mute" option.

Yet, you do not. Yet. You said about curiosity, but that (as far as it can be ascertained online) should have been satisfied.

After all, my other blogs, as well as my YouTube channels and facebook work are linked to me via G+. My name is there.

Online, there's no talk of the brute force of a man, internet is a great equalizer.

You are afraid, that much is clear. You said in the past that it's not me. You have no business being afraid of anyone. Least of all, me.

There are two people who can vouch for me on who I am, it's in my letters. Two people at least have read each entry of mine. Two blog readers... or one reader with two profiles.

I cannot walk away, here comes the part where the friend says what you don't like to hear.

By multiplying yourself, you're also dividing yourself. I worry genuinely, as true friends do.

And I'm true.

By evading with insults, you show that you're not afraid of who I am, but of who you are near me.

I already showed you I can treat you like a sister if that's what you want. Even though (of course) I cannot see you in that way.

That's what you fear. The closeness. The feeling of having feelings. Being in the presence of somebody who sees you as much more than a chunk of flesh. A person.

Feeling the risk of the repetition of what you lived in our common hometown, growing up. It doesn't have to be that way.

We are different from them. We learnt from the mistakes of others.

It doesn't have to be any which way. We (and I mean you) set the rules.

Meanwhile, we've fallen into a deadly sniping game in other platforms. We both aim for the waterline. I, to bring myself closer. You seem to do both, to call and to repel.

Last night, there was talk of testing people. If you've been one of my two regular readers, you know I pass all tests, bar one (not really tested).

That one terrifies you. It terrified me, but it won't stop me from trying it out, should you be here. It should be delicious.

Is that what made you bolt and run?

I'm using what might well be the last Mb of my connection credit before disconnection, though I hope not.

Meanwhile, I'll be there every Saturday. Musa and Lilith will post reminders. You know where.

Who are they? I do hope you and I go and visit them together in Spain. One, you might even know, though I doubt it.

They're friends of mine and they would be yours, too. Ladies with whom I'm sure you have already crossed words.