October 2010
1 post
radio silence
Maybe I don’t write because I have nothing to say. Or maybe I don’t write because I have too much inside me, and I don’t know how to get it out. I don’t know how to tell you about the parts of me that I worry aren’t sexy, or lurid, or what you expect.
So often I go to write and stop short, unsure of my words and my intent. There’s sex in me, that’s...