And so here we are....
Pulled into the sweaty dark underworld of prurient voyeurism ala LJ. For each of us a greater or lesser ongoing investigation of who we are and what makes us tick. For some of us an opportunity to put on personnae like cheap vinyl suits, and prance about in onanistic bliss on a stage of our own construction. For a few of us, a chance to shed the pretense and shall I say it...the duplicity of our every day lives; to let the inner beast stretch and preen a bit in the relative safety of semi-anonymity.
Here we can lick the honey off of our fingers, while denying the existence of bees. Braille the schematic of lust, safe behind the glowing pane of technology. Here we can peel the layers away, mother, brother, employee, student, son, wife, and blow on the hot coals beneath.
I began my mid-life crisis the day I was born. And by god I hope to continue it till the day I die!
Here we can lick the honey off of our fingers, while denying the existence of bees. Braille the schematic of lust, safe behind the glowing pane of technology. Here we can peel the layers away, mother, brother, employee, student, son, wife, and blow on the hot coals beneath.
I began my mid-life crisis the day I was born. And by god I hope to continue it till the day I die!