Knowing me, knowing you…
There are those who judge people as they see them, for what their perception of the person is. The trouble is that so often our outer shell does not reflect our inner core. Not even slightly.
Someone said to me the other evening, “Who’d have thought that the innocent looking woman in your MSN profile picture was in fact the sexy Evil Minx?”
They had a point. And I’ve been giving it a lot of thought.
My outer core reflects a part of me that is as true as any other, but is static and finite; that I am a dedicated mother, wife and worker. All of which I am.
But it provides no clue as to the inner thoughts and feelings and desires and proclivities and loves and needs and turmoils and frustrations and everything else that exist in tandem, whirling around my brain.
If you saw me walking down the street, you wouldn’t think I was anything out of the ordinary. Well, OK, I might attract an appreciative glance at my chest area, or from behind. But that’s just because I have great tits and a nice ass… not because of who I am.
My friends have some idea of who I am. They know that the outer shell is painted on, and very brittle. They know some of the passion that seethes beneath the surface, much of which I exhibit here.
You all know me better than they. And most of you have never met me, nor spoken to me out loud.
And even then, I am still capable of shocking you. If you don’t think so, trust me… I am, I can and I will.
This space is my sanctuary, where I can be entirely me. This is my real home. You help enable this by accepting me as I am and for who I am. For which, as I have said in these pages before, I thank you most sincerely.
Sit tight baby, and fasten your seat belt.
It’s going to be a minxaliciously bumpy ride.