Raw Nudity on the Continuum...
Naked. That is what writing feels like. Naked. The act of putting words on screen that come from my head makes me feel vulnerable. For me writing is akin to agreeing to stand up in front of the class bare, without barrier, open. This is something that I have avoided my whole life. My life's work has been to keep you out. Hold you off. Manipulate what you see of me. Protect. Guard. Shield. But that is only part of the story. All the while, I have been hiding this longing and need to be seen. To have you notice me. To have you see me and experience me. To matter. I have spent my life walking the line between hiding and being seen, manipulating and controlling all that I can so I can feel safe and allow you to see me. The take away - it is a lonely life when lived that way. What I have learned is that you cannot control, manipulate and guard while being open. They are incongruent. Does...