I have never been one to shy away from taking (moderate) risk. Now when I say "never" I should say that is true when the risk does not involve employing a more vulnerable self. Specifically when it comes to sharing the things I've written. I mean those things inked in blood (metaphorically, of course) and are a Windex cleaned streak-free window to the secret parts of me only exposed in the dimmest of light. I like to keep a little bit for safe keeping.
In my head it is high noon and I am standing outside of the saloon a few paces from my more timid persona (to be likened to Beyonce's Sasha, only mine makes it okay to be less of who I am).
I want to be bare. Naked. "Nekkid," as my grandma would say. I am leaping into the kind of vulnerability one (presumably) feels the first time they disrobe for the first "session". In that unguarded state just before you climb between the sheets it's the tenderness of lovemaking that warms like a wave with the sense of welcome, intimacy and security. My mama told me once about my writing, "God's gifts are given without apology. Certainly, there is someone somewhere that needs to hear what you have to say." I was twelve. It is certainly okay to be THIS open...this honest...this raw...this real...this risky with my passions. It IS okay to be this nekkid.
