Moments of honesty... a proscript to the blog which follows...

I was in a spasm of indecision about what to do with the words I had written. It took me the span of a whole afternoon to decide whether to continue posting the blog or to keep it isolated within the good old edit pad, loyal keeper of many secrets, where it would be meant for my eyes only. I also felt the need to consult with qs on the matter as I do so with all matters including my bathroom habits. Half of me, the part who the person the blog is dedicated to and centers around touched, wanted to go through with it whereas the other side, the one with an inherent disdain for the overly personal, and is repulsed to getting too close to other people, otherwise known as my up to date and highly sensitive defense mechanism, took much longer to come around.

I suppose what finally tipped the odds in favor of posting the blog was realizing how much Lithesome.ICE already meant to me. If I were to censor myself here, here where I meant to be free from all the constraints which have governed my life since birth, then I would be doing myself a disfavor and Lithesome.ICE would loose the meaning of what it is to me, the chance it gives me. A portion of what composes Lithesome.ICE is an unexplored core of me where there are no pretensions and there is no fear, which has never been tainted inspite of the fact that the only means it has to protect itself is the mere fact that it is here where I know who I am. There is where my truth exists. Part of that truth lives through and within Lithesome.ICE. I may do many things here. Play with words I will, maybe play with your mind if the mood strikes me, but as much as I am able, here is where I won't lie and here I won't hide.

A rare moment of openess on my part allowed a deluge of words which tell of a time in my life which I often relate only in my mind to come forth.