Fronting

Fronting is a fairly interesting phenomenan, but I can't say I have a lot of experience with it. Some people seem like they can flick mentalities with little more than a twitch of their pinkies, but I can wriggle my whole body around and still remain firmly settled within it. Admittedly I don't try particularly hard. I'm kind of attached to my body, what with it being mine. And how is one supposed to go about trying to boot the main mind out of the front seat anyway? It doesn't help that neither Alex nor Killy actually desire to front - Alex doesn't really want to walk around in a teenage female's body, and Killy is effectively me anyway, though there have been reported cases of daemons fronting.

In the end, the few times fronting occurs, it tends to be a) very brief, and b) initiated by accident. Apparently I need to take myself by surprise in order to surrender control. The most recent, and at the time of this post most significant, incident took place two mornings ago. I'd had a dream in which I was Alex - it was as nonsensical as any other, so just a standard dream rather than a memory. (Unless Alex has been chased by rampaging somethings through a shopping mall and neglected to mention it.) I can only assume this meant I was still kind of in his frame of mind when I woke up, probably helped by the fact I was naturally rather dozy. Normally when I wake I rub at my face with fingers or knuckles; that morning, I did a firm swipe from forehead to chin with my palm. Not a very dramatic moment of fronting, I know, but it startled me all the same, because it felt unnatural and masculine. The oddness was enough to snap me back into control.

So for my 'most significant' moment it was decidedly uneventful. Curious, but uneventful. At least I have very few fears about Alex burning the house down via my body if all he can manage is a sleepy face-wipe.