confession: i’ve been out-of-sync with blogging for more than a week, checking to see if i’m committed or not. i do that periodically ~ pause for self-inquiry to see if i’m committed to _______. i’m pressing the re-set button today to see what happens.
confession: i’m applying self-inquiry regarding commitment to every important thing, idea, and relationship in my life. thus far, i’m keeping the relationships, changing several things, and ditching a few ideas.
confession: i’m keeping secrets without feeling guilty. these secrets don’t hurt anyone and protect others.
confession: last wednesday the surgeon put a metal plate and six bolts in papi’s ankle to fasten it back together. papi’s physical pain is excruciating. papi is taking too many pain pills. for those of you who know papi’s history, you understand the seriousness of this predicament.
confession: i attract addicts.
confession: i also attract suicidals.
confession: i’ve been keeping my mouth shut lately, even when nearly bursting with wanting to say something to certain someones about particular subjects. it’s getting easier to keep quiet. i like this quieter version of myself. i’d like to be quieter more often.
confession: in light of that last confession, i deleted two other confessions.
confession: i love heterosexual supporters of gay rights. i want to hug them and kiss them and bake them cookies and make their threesome fantasies come true.
confession: gay pride week isn’t nearly the party it was ten, fifteen, and twenty years ago. i choose to view that as progress ~ being queer ain’t no big thang and most people get that.
confession: i need more hugs ~ the long hold, heart touching heart, don’t let go kind. but i’m too vulnerable to ask and too hesitant to sink into the embrace when someone reaches out to support me.
confession: i drank three shots of whiskey for dinner last night and ate three oreos for breakfast this morning, so…um….yeah, my guts hurt.
angel joy's musings 
love your stuff