I do not want an echo chamber
I don't always have a purpose or direction. Sometimes I just follow links...from jennett.radio to fishbucket to This is My Body, This is My Blood where I read this:
"Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about sex. Not in a randy way--more in a what happened? kind of way. What it was, what it is, what it isn’t. And where it went. It's almost as if time is running in reverse and my body is sealing itself back up again. I haven't lost the ability to enjoy sex, but I've lost the urge. That roaring blaze has become a quiet pilot light. Given enough gas, it will burst into a beautiful blue flame but most of the time it sleeps, in a dream I can't get back to."
I do not want an echo chamber. That writer isn't part of my world. We don't move in the same circles or share the same experiences. Without her blog I probably wouldn't have ever read those words. I wouldn't have even realized I was missing something.
