I enjoy being a Q...

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There are times when the state of my people seems quite depressing. kathrynjaneway pointed out a few days ago that things would go much more smoothly in trying to raise my kid if Q and I could actually achieve a compromise. Which sounds very nice and is completely impossible for two members of the Continuum. Or I observe how much easier it is for mortals to find people to talk to, or how much easier it is for them to handle things like getting shot at or feeling bored, and I almost feel a tiny twinge of envy.

Then I find out that some mortal female is pregnant (in this case, ezridax), and I once again remember why it's so great to be a Q. No inherent gender, no *pregnancy*, no suffering from physical discomfort and excruciating pain in order to reproduce, no monogamy, no angst over lack of monogamy... It's downright wonderful. (Some may say that since my form-for-humans is male and Q's is female I wasn't the one who'd have had to worry about it anyway. To this I must say, you don't know Q very well, do you. If either of us had had to worry about a disgusting parasite growing inside a physical body and distorting it, there would have been no child. Or, why do you think I didn't hit on Picard after Kathy turned me down? Well, aside from having to choose a different form-for-humans and the fact that the enemy was waiting to ambush me outside the Enterprise, but those are details. The main reason: human pregnancy is repulsive. I suppose a joined Trill is used to having a creature living inside her, but how do the human women do it?)

So, in addition to being superintelligent, omnipotent, ageless, effectively immortal unless one of my own kind shoots me, and free of all worries about maintaining my biological existence, I need to add: Never have to suffer pregnancy, or suffer putting up with a mate who's suffering from pregnancy. (Suffering from being stupid or a coward, yes. Suffering from pregnancy, no.)

*sigh* It's great to be me.

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So was mine...

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...and I didn't have to carry it around in my stomach.

Now don't you wish you were a Q?

For one thing it'd stop you from whining about whether or not your boyfriend is gay.