Aphrodite’s Child

Obsession & Regret

I remember the day I met Salmacis like it was yesterday. I had gone for a swim in the pond, and I felt her eyes on me. At first, I thought nothing of it. But then, she started to approach me, her eyes filled with desire.

At first, I was flattered, but then her advances became more and more insistent. She was determined to have me, but I was not interested. I pushed her away, but she was too strong. She pinned me down, and before I knew it, we were joined together.

At first, I was shocked and confused. I had never experienced anything like it. But then, as time passed, I realized the extent of Salmacis’ obsession. She was not interested in me as a person; she was interested in possessing me. I became deeply unhappy, trapped in a body that I did not want, with a person that I did not love.

I prayed to the gods, begging them to separate us, but they did not listen. We were stuck together, two beings merged into one.

As I grew older, I often found myself telling the story of Salmacis and I. It was a story that had defined my life, a story of obsession and desire, of being trapped in a body that I did not want.

As I recounted the tale, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of sadness. I had been born with both male and female genitalia, but it had never brought me happiness. Instead, it had made me an object of curiosity, a figure that people either feared or admired.

But what people did not understand was that I could never be attracted to the opposite sex. I was both male and female, but neither side was satisfied. I longed for a connection, for someone who would understand me and accept me for who I was. But it seemed that was not meant to be.

Salmacis had been consumed by her desire, and I had paid the price. We had become one being, trapped in a body that neither of us wanted. Over time, I had come to accept my fate, but I could not help but wonder what might have been if things had been different.

The story of Salmacis and I had become a cautionary tale, a warning to others of the dangers of obsession and the consequences of being consumed by desire. But for me, it was a reminder of a life that could have been, a life that was forever out of reach.