I talk a lot. I mean, a lot.
But I don’t always say the things that mean the most to me, and I’m working on that. When I write, however, it’s almost pure substance, and very little symbol.
I started writing as a way to express what I was not allowed to say as a girl. Turns out, I’m pretty good at it. Also turns out that I LOVE this shit!
What I share here is an experiment in vulnerability, and a challenge to truth. Last year, I lost a dear friend because of my honesty on a blog. After that, I began censoring and became a little afraid. Knowing that folk may read it and take offense, I began to feel boxed in.
But after some time I’ve learned to own my truth. What happens between my fingers and these keys or my pen and the paper is my domain. Nobody else’s rules, laws or sensibilities rule that.
I write what I feel, how I feel it.
For every eye that takes time to read these words, thank you for sharing in the stinging sweetness of me. I hope you enjoy what’s to come.