Sunday, May 31, 2009
“The secrets we take to the grave are sexual in nature.” Edgar Lee Masters, Spoon River Anthology.
I’m paraphrasing, but you get the idea.
I don’t think my kids would be surprised at learning - if they don’t know already - that I celebrate my (past) sexual experience. I wish I had a youtube of my memories.
Revelation, not discretion, is our pop goddess and public mea culpas and apologias are so in vogue, and yet so tiresome.
What shames me more is revealing fear and vulnerability. Don’t care who knows it when I’m dead, it’s the here and now of it that’s more frightening.