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wolven7Hindu Love Gods - [Wang Dang Doodle] Dreamed, last night, of returning to the Religious Studies and Philosophy departments at GSU. Together, they were the size of a major hospital or a mall, and the people inside were cold and passionless. I wandered around, for hours, looking for a friendly face, a pleasant eye. Found nothing. I woke up depressed, but... shriven?
Beel thinking about this post, again, lately: http://wolven.livejournal.com/1471078.html Specifically the last line. I still wonder where your line is, and what you consider acceptable. Most of you still haven't told me...
Beel thinking about this post, again, lately: http://wolven.livejournal.com/1471078.html Specifically the last line. I still wonder where your line is, and what you consider acceptable. Most of you still haven't told me...
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Date: 2010-05-10 05:23 pm (UTC)You know this, but for the sake of discussion, I'm still figuring out my real boundaries versus ones put there by shame, other people, and shame put there by other people.
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Date: 2010-05-10 05:29 pm (UTC)And yeah, I do know that. I guess I just want to talk about it, more, and even that (the talking), sometimes, feels like a kind of boundary. It's a delicate thing.