Liquified ::

I strongly doubt that anyone browsing the Internet would stop here on this site to read my about my thoughts, but I believe it would be a pity to waste all the hard work my adoptive mother, my siblings, and my friend Naral have done to help me have a blog on the web world in the 21st century of an alternative dimension. I honestly found the idea captivating and interesting, even though I understand that the majority of humanoids living in that sector of timeline would hardly believe about the existence of alien races, and particularly Changelings. But it doesn’t matter. Blogging is a way to ‘let it out’, as my mother would say, and so here I am to share some not-too-personal bits of my life with all of you, strangers. Or I’d better say, audience.

So, I would start by telling my new diary – which is not very new in reality, since I’ve left it idle for months before ever deciding to start using it – telling my diary about how hard to understand humanoids are. From an alien’s point of view of course. As many of you know – presuming that this blog will be majorly read by my family in the other dimension – I am into a relationship with Major Kira for nearly two years, relationship that has seen a prelude more years ago but that we were forced to end unwillingly because of our responsibilities to our respective homeworlds. Nerys is an extremely kind and understanding being, and I feel happy, complete, beside her, but sometimes I wonder if I don’t miss too many characteristics of the classical partner to fully satisfy her. One example: my impossiblity to eat any kind of food. It’s not my fault if I’m designed in this way: Changelings don’t need to eat, and I have no stomach or digestive apparatus to assolve to such functions. Same can be said about my impossiblity to have children: I understand the need for Nerys to experience maternity someday, but once again, it’s not my fault if I can do nothing about. It’s just what I am. Regarding this topic, in particular, I asked her to take adoption in consideration, but she keeps saying it wouldn’t be the same. I wish sometimes that I had a magic wand for her to satisfy all her needs, but that is quite impossible. I can just keep hoping that she would consider a compromise with the time passing, and that she would still be happy at my side, as my partner, with what I’m able to give her.

Well, it’s time for ‘old’ Odo to resume his Security Service shift. I’m hoping that my family would drop by and leave some kind of feedback.
Until next time.
- Odo