To set the stage, Blossom enters the arena unexpectedly and chooses to begin her life there by bunking with Constanza, an ego state that I have not yet mentioned in my posts. Who is Constanza?? Constanza is that part of my personality who is flamboyant and on the verge of being out of control, who lusts after the hot, muscular bodies of athletes and movie stars. She is the part who most women must, no matter how elderly they are, rein in by saying, "Whoa, Babe, don't let anyone know about this thought! Naughty, naughty! Keep a lid on!"
Constanza, in other words, is the person within me whose presence I would never reveal to a priest if I were to go to Confession. Especially my Constanza, for she exists at the arena in the form of a huge, black, nasty-tempered, part-Appaloosa mare with white spots on her withers and who paints the large lips at the end of her muzzle with cherry-red lipstick and who applies extensions to her eyelashes and gobs them with layers of black, sticky mascara. Constanza is the part within me who believes she is God's gift to males and is entitled to throw horrendous tantrums to get her way. Constanza, in other words, is that part of me who, like a jack-in-the-box, must always remain hidden under the lid of "acceptability and appropriate behavior" but who more often than not is pressing and pushing the lid, trying to pop up to see what's going on and what kind of havoc she can wreak.
Yes, I've known my Constanza for a long time, and I've grown to love her despite her volatile temper and her flamboyant nature. Since she has arrived at the arena, Constanza has become much more civilized, though. Cowboy has tamed her, and the other parts, particularly First Protector, have loved and accepted her, and now she has the primary responsibility for meal and snack preparation. She has a flair, especially, for preparing exotic treats for some of the more exotic creatures. Gemini, the wise old land turtle, is especially fond of Constanza's deep fried beetles and succulently seasoned cabbage worms. Constanza has won the appreciation of all who inhabit the arena, and she is at home there. However, if each individual part were asked whether Constanza can be trusted one hundred percent to behave herself, I suspect that many parts would politely change the subject. So that's Constanza, the part chosen by little Blossom as a roommate. Ironic, huh? We'll see. Please note: Most of this dialogue excerpt is in maroon to mark it as being part of my dialogue. However, I have used black text to denote the section in which Blossom explains why Jeanie, my little girl self, sent her away and told her never to return. Some of you who have been victims of child sexual abuse may be able to relate to Blossom's words here.