No, I am not speaking of blogging in the nude, although, I am sure that even as I write this there is a new fetish group forming somewhere .
I’m thinking about how NAKED the act of blogging is..
there you are , often in all your madhouse glory, giddy moments exposed, idiotic inane moral outrages for all to see..
inviting others into the ramble jam of your mind.
Some minds are pure marmalade.
Delightful, entertaining, arousing, provocative..
In the culture of the blog, tho we run the risk of becoming redundant to our virtual selves…
You can dig and dive for what we call fact or truth in other’s blogs..but the blogs I enjoy most touch these places, they do not stand in for them.
Those sorts of bloggers, blogging nakedly are more about revealing the rainbow than what we in this relevation hungry society pass for fact.
See my colors, discern them.
But do not think you KNOW me..
We are fluid , in process, behind all these portals is flesh and blood striving for air and hurtling towards death.
What a madhouse of mirrors the art of blogging is.
Narcissism flagellating itself to a bloody pulp of fiction and some version of reality.
Enjoy, taste, bite..be moved, move..
but never lose sight that the whole is greater than the sums..
a naked blogger, I..was it good for you?
it was good for me.
Now if I could just find my clothes and get out of here,