You may find yourself here. If you do, I’m already sorry. The reason is that, despite precautions and anonymities, there really isn’t any such thing as hiding. So any story I tell, be it an old story or an unfolding one, you’ll be able to tell who the players are, if you know me at all and you’re any kind of smart.
But if you know me at all then you already know why this space exists, that the personal (beats a dead horse) is political (to its quivering, splattering death), that I’m not vindictive and that you gotta show some skin sometimes. Most of the time.
Still. Because I hardly ever break off with someone I’ve broken up with, I will do my best to put in indicators, at least. That something wicked this way comes.