Blogging Schizophrenia
I'm rather like that parrot in the Monty Python sketch. I'm pining, but not for the fjords. I want... I want some defining person to enter my life and tell me that it's really all going to be OK.
I blog here (well duh) and elsewhere too. Here I am probably as whole as I can be, in that I'm reasonably happy to discuss my sexuality; or as happy as I'm going to be anywhere I guess. However, and here's the rub: I can't be completely 'me' without talking about what else I do, and that scares the shit out of me. It's the 'outing' concept. Conversely on the other blog, and online places I visit, I can't talk about my sexuality...
So am I turning into more of a split personality than I was before I started blogging here? Is this doing me any good. Should I just bury the sexual 'me' and carry on my merry way. Or what...
I have two very close 'best' friends one male, the other the woman I live with platonically. They both know that I'm gay but they don't know how much I'm hurting at the moment. I guess ultimately there comes a point when you get fed up pretending and just say 'f**K it this is who I am. If you don't like it I don't care.' I can't seem to get to this point without backing away in terror. Not that I show it. I can't seem to cry either, and this oddly really upsets me. Crying is so cathartic, and lord I could use some tears now.
Sorry for the pathetic rhetoric. I'm not out to garner sympathy. I could, perhaps should be writing this privately; but this is GA and where else could I be so anonymously wimpy.
Camy.
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