After years of marriage to a psychiatrist who was the best mind game player I've ever met, now I apparently, have to again think of myself, not as me, but as a representative figure...I am the "face of Johnson Street," which means I shouldn't talk or blog here about my sadness, my fears, my temptations, my crushes, my sadness, my joys, my re-discovery of the fact(without being easy, I might add, just through thought process and re-discovering self-esteem...)that I might feel sexy again. I might dare to like my body, my sensual side still being alive...oh dear, how slutty of me...
I say..sorry to offend. Shut down my blog, don't read it at all. Or, better yet, read it...REALLY READ WHAT I AM SAYING, WONDERING THINKING, FEELING.
Have I harmed anyone? have I betrayed myself? NO. NO. NO.
Will I harm anyone? knowingly? NO.NO. NO. FUCKING HELL NO.
People who live in glass houses should never throw stones. At least they should carefully read, not read INTO.
My mom told me that. She was dead on.
TO being MARY, just mary, not THE POPE OF NE.
Don't represent anything but hard working, funny, irreverent, tired and re-newed...mary d.
Slante
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