LB 101

A silhouette profile of LB's head, labeled: the vessel (our shared body). Inside its skull is a shadowy, swirly landscape (labeled headspace: the imaginary place we interact), populated by little stick figures (labeled headmates: us! The folks making this!)

Us: Frontrunners (that is, the folks more involved with the so-called real world)! There's Rogan, a fat hairy brown man with bat wings, stressing over a comic for edits; his speech bubble has a writing calendar with a marked deadline and an alarm clock. He has his arm around his husband Mac, a skyscraper of a white man with red princess tresses and a dress; his speech bubble has a bi love symbol and an eggplant. Sneak, bubbly and perky, flails zer arms and beams with joy; ze's tall and gangly with overalls, shoulder length blond hair, and a speech bubble filled with hearts, rainbows, and sparkles. Meanwhile, M.D./Mori, the rebel razormouth in punk clothes, seems to be having a snarky argument with Biff, who barely ever voiceboxes to people but is always around. They're both short and racially ambiguous, though Mori is wiry and Biff is stocky. Mori's speech bubble has an androgyny/anarchy symbol wielding a pitchfork surrounded by flames; Biff's has a clothes hanger, wrench, broom, and money.

Us: Backrunners (that is, the folks less involved with vessel matters)! There's Gigi, a teeny tiny iceberg of a girl with Dorothy braids and a sailor dress; her speech bubble has a bat, spider, moon, and bone. Falcon, a tall, dark-haired Italian man in late middle age, puts a protective arm around her; he seems to be trying to usher her away from the Bony Lady, his ex, a cheerful chain-smoking skeleton in a robe who has a hand on his shoulder. Fal's speech bubble has an ellipses in it; the Lady's has a death's head, scales, and an hourglass. Miranda, a slender white woman with curly blond hair and business femme clothes, takes notes in a spiral and looks on calmly; her speech bubble has graphs, charts, and a clipboard. Grace, a tall bald Ashkenazi woman in her sixties with a swirly vest and a suit, smiles at her husband; her speech bubble (which is drawn differently than others, reflecting her signing) has soothing swirls. She has her hand on Bob's arm, who is watching her with affectionate interest and looks to be thinking hard about something; he's an East Indian man in his sixties, even hairier than Rogan, and wears a silk shirt with a sci-fi skyline printed on it; his speech bubble has a question mark, a lightning bolt, and a brain. Rawlin, that one freakin' guy who is yet to be discussed in any of our creative work, pouts through a window at the rest of everyone else like a kid exiled from the candy store; his speech bubble is full of exclamation points.

Rude Questions

(Rule of thumb: If your question would be rude or brain-breaking for a family you've known for a similar amount of time, please don't ask us!)

Who's the REAL LB? Ain't one. Died in '05.

But what about your vessel? It's more like an RV made of meat than an individual.

How do you have sex? Buy Alter Boys In Love; we don't tell strangers for free.

Are you dangerous? Are you?

What are your diagnoses? Only Medicare knows!

Can you prove you're multi? Nope! And we don't try. Come to your own conclusions!

Do you want to be one person again? No. Too big a life change, losing spouse, friends, and self all in one go.

Okay Questions

(Some plurals HATE these questions. There's no standard etiquette. When in doubt, ask!)

What do I call you? "LB" and "they" are fine in general; we also like our own names/pronouns, "people," and "headmates."

How do I know who's talking? Ask. It's okay!

How can I talk to so-and-so? See above.

How do you decide things? Generally by group consensus. (The rest is getting there.)

What's multi feel like? Living in a haunted house with roomies you can't leave.

How'd you realize you were multi? Our original died, leaving us to run things.

What made you? Don't know! Trauma, fiction, and religion all seem to have played roles.

Disclaimer

We only speak for ourself. Don't use this to bully others or yourself. In other words...

M.D. making a double-thumbs down and a pro-wrestling expression of disdain, declaring, DON'T BE A DWEEB!