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Friday, January 29, 2010


David Crosby

        Almost cut my hair
        It happened just the other day
        It was getting kind of long
        I could have said it was in my way

        But I didn't and I wonder why
        I feel like letting my freak flag fly
        And I feel like I owe it to someone

        Must be because I had the flu for Christmas
        And I'm not feeling up to par
        It increases my paranoia
        Like looking into a mirror and seeing a police car

        But I'm not giving in an inch to fear
        Cos I promised myself this year
        I feel like I owe it to someone

        When I finally get myself together
        I'm gonna get down in some of that sweet summer weather
        I'm going to find a space inside to laugh
        Separate the wheat from the chaff

        Cos I feel like I owe it, yeah
        Said I feel like I owe it, yeah
        You know I feel---- like I owe it yeah to someone

        This ditty, another penned by Jimi Hendrix "If 6 was 9" and Joe Walsh's "Life of Illusion" make me sometimes wonder what I might be like if I did not have somewhat unusual proclivities.  In the past I have decided that I would be 'normal'.  Cast aside certain aspects of myself.  Usually end up felling depressed.   I wonder though, would I be as funny?  As compassionate?

        When I was in college, right after the breakup with the love I thought would save me, I went through an extended period of self denial.  Strictly vanilla, dated girls and told them nothing of my secret self.  I wonder if others have had similar experiences with their kinks?

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