Sally, the Plantation's card-carrying cyberslut.
Ken, a nice young widower.
Cher, the lovely widow from 1940.
Cherie, widowed again, who Cher would have become at 85 if she hadn't left for the balcony in 1940.
Cherry, young and innocent, who is Cherie and Cher at 15.
Rollf, young shapeshifting studmuffin, who is sometimes
Rollfe, blonde pneumatic blonde beach bunny, bursting from her bikini.
Pat, frustrated virgin, just turned 18, and they took off the nanny software.
Sam, Sally's S/O
Sheila, my first, predating me.
Srina, from Kashmir.
Millicent Abernathy
Rev. Angus Abernathy
Pariborz Gupta, Srina's boss.
Pierre, a large black standard poodle
Elly, a black purebred ewe
Hammy, a hamster who carries her own roll of duct tape.

I'm sometimes seen as male Poli or female Polie when it's late or private and I want a hug or a drink.

Poli, poly, and Polie are all me. The personae are not me. The best ones are "alive". straight from my subconscious to the keyboard.

I find cybersex so marvellous, that I don't want to constrain my partners' expectations by having an overt gender. So I try to help their willing suspension of disbelief. After all, it could possibly be distracting to someone getting it on with Ken to have a mental image of Mrs. The Reverend Angus Abernathy with her knickers around her ankles and a fingertip on her clitoris.

I try hard for my personae to be nice people. (Well, Srina is silly.) I'd like to know any of them RT. And since bringing them out RT would be a quick ticket to the funny farm, I've grown to like watching them at play here so very much.