true wrote the post of all posts yesterday. i was so proud of her, and i barely know her.

i find when i read busblog i wind up reading blogs of young gorgeous women who easily bare all and handle all the attention better than i ever could or would want to.

then i read a post like True's and respect so much the courage it took for her to get that naked and bare so much of what wrenches our hearts and curls our fists in rage at the human condition.

unlike her, i'm not ready to talk about it. but i am grateful she did.

for i have shared those wounds so painful that for years i denied it ever happened. messed me up.

and when i started blogging, the prospect of addressing them rose up above me like the summit of an impossible climb to the top of the biggest and coldest mountain i could imagine.

i will see you up there someday, true. just not yet. not today.

and welcome back whitey! this post ruled (no pun intended) ... i was raised on the do's and don'ts of writing and it has taken some time to break free. to break the rules and discover passion and honesty. sure we all need reins to guide us but nothing too inhibiting.

not to be one, but i hate judges, too. i'd comment as much on your blog but apparently i'm an "invalid user". hmph.