Ironic(?) that my very personal, private writings and musings about my own sexuality--bizarre fantasies, predilections and prurient interests ultimately stimulated me to understanding better how to write to a wider public audience.

Writing, and occasional reading interests still gravitate often toward the sexual.  Which I guess makes sense, as other than our constant religious titillations and the gold rush(or fool's gold rush) for 'love', what is more constant and crucial in most people's lives?  All Freud's children--writing, reading, fantasizing,--keeps us sublimating; anything other than finally actually acting on those constant urges.

So many memoried pasts where if advice were asked by a friend, as to 'what should I do in a situation  so filled with potential like that?....',  one's answer would be unequivocally 'Go For It!'  And yet confronted oneself, meekly we slink away into another justification of why shy reluctance is the best answer, and 'where could it lead to anyway' questions....