A word from the editor
Anyone notice how quiet and mostly "ooh, look at this link" it's been around here? Anyone here anymore?
I've been mentally constipated for the last 9 months. The mind fills with all sorts of Virgoan bowel references, but none of you deserve to be subjected to that.
What's been causing it, though? Over the last year, I've been angrier than I ever let myself get. Long story short, I'm the son of a man and a family history where anger was the fundamental problem. When you learn to grind your teeth to shut out the screaming at five, you grow up thinking that even letting your own anger get to a boil will destroy your own life. So I never have, except for very rare occasions.
But thanks to therapy, I've managed to break some sort of lock on that door, and now I'm seething a lot more. But of course, true to my fashion, it's still seething on the inside. I'm probably a lot more scowly. (I've never had a poker face.)
So I've been censoring myself from writing here to keep it from turning into a bitch-fest. Like about ex-roommates, dating seemingly smart but ultimately immature 20 somethings, or the general state of the world. And when that's all that's on my mind lately, then what else is there to write about? It's a funny place to be, almost four years after I started this thing, this here blog, after stumbling across the gay New York City blogs during Insomnia 2002. I'd originally thought of this as a creative outlet. Let's see if I can recover that original purpose and re-orient things. Because I must have something interesting to say.
