redux

For a bit too long I’ve felt as if I’ve been scattering various discrete parts of my self all over the interwebs. Several too many blogs, each reflecting one small piece of the puzzle, an abundance of personas, avatars, sects, rants, passions and persons.

So of course we know the solution: one more bloody blog.

Some of the compartmentalizing was a necessary survival mechanism. The nature of my work, for example, often requires me to interact with real people in the real world who would hardly understand or appreciate my other passions.

And many of my most fervently passionate friends might be unsettled at the thought that I do, in fact, exist in the real world.

Since I spent my formative years inside the beltway – and many of the subsequent ones manning various barricades – politics will always be in my blood and heart. And I have always moved, rarely comfortably, between both worlds. Both worlds demand a kind of allegiance, a strict adherence to proper thought and agenda, a kind of obedience that I will always find abhorrent and impossible.

So I suppose I see this as some sort of coming out – disrobing as we might have said in the Parlour. And, yes, there will still be room here for foolishness. Sex and gossip, Balzac and low blows, footwear and flora, harlots high and low.