I think about a lot of things I don’t talk about here and I’ve been wondering lately why that is. <\/p>\n
Is it because I grew up (mostly) in the suburbs and absorbed way too many “middle-class” values? After all polite people don’t discuss certain things (think Wendy Bemish<\/acronym>‘s mother’s ever present “cancer” whisper).<\/p>\n Is it because a lot of the folks who comment here I now consider friends and am slightly afraid of revealing Is it because my brain is too full and I haven’t really been able to think coherently about these things as of yet? I don’t think it’s this last one, either that or my brain’s started to suffer the same problem as my work: so much to do I’m paralyzed, unable to start one thing because they all clamor for attention with equal ferocity.<\/p>\n Things that don’t get discussed here: Or maybe it’s because these things aren’t worth discussing. I need to think about this some more. <\/p>\nall<\/strike>most of my secrets? <\/p>\n
\n• sex
\n• love
\n• terrorism
\n• either of the -inities (femm or masc)
\n• women
\n• spirituality
\n• writing and the nature of it all
\n• regrets
\n• dreams and wishes
\n• money
\n• depression<\/strike><\/p>\n