I've got a little secret

I'm being intentionally vague.

I didn't expect to have an interest, but now that I do, I can't seem to ignore it.

At first it was...well, not really shocking or unexpected, but unintentional. The reconnection was comfortable and easy. Hours quickly passed before I realized that it was time to go. In one swift action, the balance shifted. After a few days of contemplating it, I realized that yes, this was something that I was curious to pursue.

The next time was even better than before. Again, there was an easy familiarity. Again the time passed too quickly. But unlike before, the end was not shocking, but sweetly anticipated.

The last time... didn't happen. Drama, miscommunication, unexpected visitors. The perfect storm to dampen an otherwise perfect day.

Patiently waiting, but I struggle. Patience is not one of my virtues. I'm about 'now' and 'dive in head first'. Time, distance and bits & bytes all seem to get in the way.

Dammit all to hell!

Photo by Rainbeaux

All grown up

Why is the Vanity Fair shoot with Miley Cyrus such a big deal? I mean really, there was no boob, no crotch shots, and people are walking the streets of Main Street, America with less clothes on.

She didn't pose for Playboy, or even those second rate mags like Blender or Maxim. She had Annie Leibovitz as her photographer, for chrissakes!

What pisses me off, is not so much the media scrutiny, but that Miley pussed out and said that she was embarrassed about the photo shoot. Sure, she's only 15 and still a little girl. But it would have been a perfect opportunity to stand up to the media and own up and stand by her decision (and her dad's, and managers, and all the other handlers she has).

Poor form, Miley. You could have had the best of both worlds, but you blew it.