This morning the pendulum took a mighty swing in the "not great" direction.
Work and home environments are exploding out of my control.
So to control, and to protect, what is mine alone, my safe haven, I am running away once again.

And here I am. The readership smaller than ever.
But at least I feel I am writing to/for a select group of trusted strangers.
Trusted strangers. To whom I confess, purge, and explain.
To whom I can transmit my choicest packets and not fear judgement.

Responses in my inbox are the daily hugs of support and acceptance that I will never get from friends or family.
These brief connections with kindred souls, collaborators in secret seething fantasies and desires --
something I will never achieve in the light of day.
Balm to my wounded mind.
Letting my freak out of the box to play.
Getting some fresh air into the cell.

Thank you. Thank you.
I am humbled.
Uplifted.
Supported.
Amazed.
Gratified.
Edified.
Villified.
Mollified.
Tantalized.
Tempted.
W(h)etted.
Abetted.

Thank you for enabling my freak maximization project.