I have wine tonight, and I’m currently wallowing in euro-pop. Robyn and Marie Frank lead off, but there’s much to love! Morphine is because duh. I realized as I was posting this that this playlist is upsettingly revealing. While my body is chaste, my mind and heart do roam...and I just don’t know what to do about that. I feel like, as Anais Nin said, a spy in the house of love. We all have young ideas of our own honor and limits that someday fail to match up, and then the question is of how much we should feel guilt for, and how much is harmless, and how much we just wish was so. How much of this is my failure to connect, and how much is an oddly large heart? How much is fear, and how much is blood-level impulse? Am I a failure, or am I just a success at something I haven’t tried?
Anyhow, feel free to just post like hell. This is a multimedia open thread, so please to write, share images, share sound, and just share. I love you all.