An open letter on change

Dear World,

I'm tired of playing whore, slut. I enjoyed it for a while, but it's lost the appeal. There seemed to be some unfinished business in doing so, but I've moved past it now. I can't be that girl anymore.

It came to me as I changed my profile in some public place, where I hadn't been true tomyself and was changing it.

I won't stop writing erotica/porn. I won't stop loving everyone. But, I may be off the radar otherwise. You know where to find me.

There is great freedom in letting go. Even if it feels like it might break a little piece of me. It hurts. I love you.

C. Wright Mills:

Freedom is not merely the opportunity to do as one pleases; neither is it merely the opportunity to choose between set alternatives. Freedom is, first of all, the chance to formulate the available choices, to argue over them -- and then, the opportunity to choose.


Late evening November thoughts

Fancy is such an odd creature. Knowing neither reason nor ideal. Sometimes I feel like my heart is not wholly connected to the mind. I love without knowledge or understanding. I love beyond ability or reason. I love for the sake of loving.

But, it is you that I feel in my soul at this moment. I wish I had an explanation for feeling the way I do. But the heart has it's own reasons, of which I cannot explain.

The heart has its reasons of which reason knows nothing.
Blaise Pascal