The Dyke Whisperer

Well, I haven’t posted much this year. Too much material and not enough time to reflect. And, now that I have that time, I don’t want to reflect.

I am periodically reminded how little I know about the most important of topics: the human heart in conflict with itself. It’s really the only serious subject matter going these days … and even then, upon close examination, there’s a definite silly element to it.

There’s a certain fearlessness that I have retained throughout the years. It’s not of my doing; it’s genetic. What I have lost is the willingness to engage in an external struggle while an internal one rages. To clarify, I find no real reason — no motivation –to fight for someone who I’m not sure is worth fighting for because, if she were, she wouldn’t have put me in this position in the first place.

It’s a romantic tautology that lacks romance. It’s a pit of glowing embers that occasionally is sparked by a favorable wind. It’s like trying to save the drops of ice cream escaping from a cone on a hot summer afternoon.

Does 2012 hold promise? Of course. Does it hold heartache? No doubt. Does it hold within these upcoming 365 days the ability to re-shape my thoughts and the boundaries of my heart? Yes.

Then, let’s get to it. I’m ready …