Apologies that this post isn’t full of fun and kink and filth. I’d like it to be, but that’s rather the point.
This blog was originally created to give me somewhere to be open and honest. Somewhere to share the kinky side of my personality. Somewhere to explore the joys and sorrows of my relationships. Somewhere I could say anything. That is increasingly not actually possible.
Instead, out of consideration for and in awareness of a variety of people I find myself forced to censor what I write, suppressing, altering, concealing. This need to say only the right things leaves me struggling to write posts I think I ought to write, and afraid to post the ones that flow from my fingers. Perhaps I shouldn’t even write this one, but I need to talk. To explain that my silence here and elsewhere is not me hiding away, but rather because I daren’t begin to talk about so much that goes through my head.
You might think that my life is uneventful. This is not true.
You might think it’s simply going very badly. This is not true either.
You might think I’m having far too much fun to write here. This also, is not true.
I would love to share so much with you here. I might have hoped that some of you would provide helpful and insightful comments, enjoy some of my adventures, and commiserate with me over others. I’ll never know.
I simply can’t talk about it.