I love my excesses. I love the fact that I want things I am not supposed to want. And that I seem determined to get them.
I am enjoying my own wrongness within a righteous world. The thing I want is love and the expression of that love.
I guess the demon in it all is that as I pursue this love, I may be pushing other pre-existing love and beauty away. Not my intention.
And I am doubtlessly making myself very very vulnerable to possible hurt in so many dimensions.
OK. Got that, Dear Diary?
