More Me on Me

<p>Who do you think is going to read this? my friend asks throwing up her hands: It's your journals! Every little detail. Every lecherous fantasy all your perversions obsessions. Even dreams. Who gives a fuck? You're not a famous person so who cares?</p><p>I would have thought that my several long marriage-like relationships twenty years in psychotherapy careers in architecture modern dance fashion filmmaking and decades of dedication to nutrition & exercise - would be foundation enough to give me a steady hand. That seems not to have happened.</p><p>I remain frightened of life of people; any interaction provokes anxiety. Yet I remain longing to be in the world. And in many ways physically I am. But inside I'm still inside.</p><p>Who cares? my friend says. I care. I want out of my prison; out to show myself in these journal-driven stories where my fears and dysfunction are vivid and evident. However I believe my writing expresses what we all feel subconsciously then suppress and is therefore interesting.</p><br>www.meonme.com