Dear Readers,
It seems that from time to time I feel the need to post a few things about how the Circus is run, and what it is meant and used for. We have a few new members here now, and clearly, it’s that time again.
This place is mine. I love that you are here. I love that you care enough to read. Either by express purpose or by chance through a Clooney google…you are here and that pleases me. I care that you care. I love that you comment. It makes me feel good and warm and loved and all of those things are good.
But this place is mine. It’s where I come to live and to love and to share and to hurt and to heal. It’s where I pick my scabs. It’s where I lick my wounds. It’s where I rail and shout and cry and ask the same questions over and over and over. It’s where you who love me soothe me and pet me and tell me that I am worthy and valid. It’s a place were I celebrate you. Celebrate us. With pictures and memories and cake and beer. Cyber beer, but beer nonetheless. It’s where I tell you the crazy happenings in my life concerning traveling and dating. It’s where I learn from your stories that you also share. I curse here. I laugh here. and lately…I’ve been hurting here…
but you don’t know about that because I have purposefully chosen not to share details. I have chosen not to spread this out like an abortion buffet for everyone to see and ooh and ahhh and click and tsk tsk over. It’s painful, and though I would gain healing from putting it all out there…and I know your words would wrap around me like a warm fuzzy…I chose not to. I still choose not to. this situation is too…just too. fragile. trepidatious. prideful. too sacred. And it’s not because I don’t trust you with the details of it…it’s because I still feel it….vividly. And I am ok. Daily marching one by one, red boot, white boot, convening the coven when necessary, from miles away to blocks away, and I’m good with that. I’m good.
Your opinions matter to me. And I never pointedly post anything that would be hurtful to anyone. Because I don’t write for you. I don’t write TO you. This is my space. my face. my blog.
Having said all of that to say this…
I love that you found this place. All I ask is that you love this place for what it is. Don’t read into it more than what is there. If you are confused or sad or concerned…ask me. I’m glad to explain. This place is a sweet, kind place that can sometimes go down like warm tequila. Pretty much like me.
happy day, gentle readers. thank you for reading. thank you for commenting.
Yours Truly,
Zelda Pinwheel