Audacious

I intend to blog brashly. To post the most brazen and wanton of my fiction, my observations, my reactions to the world. Quite a few of you who know me know that I've undergone a bit of a transformation over the course of the past year or more. I have discovered that my biggest stumbling block has been myself, and I am working to get out of my own damn way.

That has manifested itself in many ways, from newer, bolder tattoos to a revisioning of my sense of self, to writing some raw and intense erotica. Thus the "adult content" warning that you encountered as you entered this blog. So here's your fair warning. I'm not censoring myself here. If I've invited you to become a reader, I'm sure you can handle it.

I bought a journal over a year ago, designed to look like an old 1950's-era pulp paperback, complete with a very audacious-looking woman in a low-cut gown sprawling across the cover. Titled She Couldn't Be Good I could not resist it, but neither could I write in it. I was determined that I wasn't writing about just anything in that one. I wanted a different perspective, an unabashed approach that went beyond the emotional purging and spiritual longing that usually packs my journals.

I still haven't written in that journal, but I have taken up the directive I gave myself when I bought it, and that's the approach I intend to take here. Direct, raw, honest, uncensored and uncontrolled.

I hope you will enjoy it.