I write because I have to. I cannot imagine going through life without being able to express myself, to give free rein to my emotions, my fears, my aspirations. When I am being open about it, it's all there in my daily posts. If I'm too challenged by naked honesty, I use my stories as vehicles. Oh, don't get me wrong. Sometimes a story is just a story and not a metaphor for life. But can you tell which is which.
When I was younger, the expression was channeled through music (performing it as a soloist or in ensembles); less often, manifested in art or modern dance. But there was that time when I had ropes tied around my wrists and ankles as four classmates and I demonstrated at the teacher's request the utter pliability of my body. Very good memories!
I have a passion for many things in life: some of them are not conventional. Obviously my interests list will reflect that but is, by no means, the sum of me. Because I insist on being infinite. With ego to match!
I began this journal with no such expectations; it was merely a way to keep in touch with someone on my flist. Ha - well, that certainly changed. I still dabble in the Buffy fandom but my true love is Stargate: Atlantis. And, please, blame Jane (I'll always be thankful for her influence) for even getting me to acknowledge the existence of Stargate. I remember my earliest fandoms fondly. I'll always love the StarTrek!Verse and the goofy, single-minded idealism of 1970's Star Wars.
What I wouldn't give to be alive in the future and to travel among the stars. In the meantime, I'll just play with words, painting dreamscapes. Creating new worlds.
And, um, pretty men.