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Funky things are going on in my life …
Some of it’s very exciting.
Some of it’s worrisome.
Some of it’s sad.
Some of it’s – just bizarre.
Right now I’m FASTING.
Later today I’m getting a BRAZILIAN BIKINI WAX.
Those two things?
They’re not related at all.
In case you just landed here from some other planet.
FASTING means eating absolutely nothing.
(I’m allowed/encouraged to drink water – which is very generous of Whoever Makes The Rules, don’t ya think?)
I’m fasting because I’m having a “pre-op” physical today. (More info to follow sometime in the near future.)
The whole fasting thing pisses me off – or maybe I’m just hungry?
And don’t worry – I’m perfectly fine.
(To be completely honest, I’m very annoyed – but I’m fine.)
BRAZILIAN BIKINI WAX means having my lady bits waxed until I’m one hundred percent bare down there.
I get waxed every four weeks whether I need it or not.
Too much information??
I don’t know why these two events are scheduled on the same day,
It probably was a very bad idea.
Low blood sugar and hot wax on my cooter might not be the best combination.
(Although, I have to admit, the big riiiiiiiip is a lot worse than the hot wax. After all, a little warmth is a good thing – right?)
As long as I’m rambling,
(Which I’m blaming entirely on FASTING ….)
I want to get something off my chest today.
I have stories inside me.
In fact, I have stories I can’t seem NOT to write.
Most of these stories “in waiting” are true.
Some of these stories “in waiting” are based on truth.
A few of these stories “in waiting” are one hundred percent figments of my imagination.
They need to be told so I can get them out of my head.
For the last few months,
I’ve been self-censoring my writing.
I’ve been doing this for several reasons.
I’ve been a little intimidated by the sudden interest in my photography by so many “new” people.
Bikes are one of my favorite photography subjects.
Truthfully, I got some flak about 24 from someone I perceived as Having Some Importance In the Photography World.
I reacted to it by trying to be a more reserved, more adult, version of myself.
What would happen if Important/Famous Photographers came over to 24 only to see me writing about my latest Brazilian bikini wax?
They might be offended and dismiss my photography as being horrible, bad, pagan – or whatever.
What if they expect me to act like …
I don’t know -
Maybe a grown-up?
Does my highly offensive personality mean I take bad photos?
Can’t my bad photos take credit all on their own?
(By the way, I’ve come to realize – the Important/Famous Photographers I respect the most, like me the way I am.)
It’s taken me my entire life to realize,
My personality is based in the creative.
I’ve never thought of myself as being a creative-type person until very recently.
I HAVE TO let my creativity out, or feel like I’m going to explode.
It takes so much energy to NOT be yourself.
I have to take photos the way I want to take them – whether anyone likes/approves/appreciates them or not.
I have to.
I have to write whatever’s in my head -
Whether anyone likes/approves/appreciates my “stories” or not.
I realize I’m not for everyone.
In fact, it’s probably safe to say, I’m not for most people.
I don’t want to be.
I just want to feel free to be myself – here, and in my photography.
I don’t think I’ve ever “fit in” anywhere -
In my entire life.
Why start now?
(P.S. Spell-check is telling me cooter is not a real word. WTF?)