I fail to see the sense in trying to be anything else other then myself. Having to bear masks and exchange personas…well it suffices to say, I don’t expect being accepted, but as tiring as it is, I prefer living in the open without having to overcalculate or push and pull at conversations to flow. I can only be whatever sum of emotions reside in me at the moment. No more ebbing of edges or pulling back. Just this… whatever cloth or conglomerate of feelings I may be. So shall inexplicability and nonsense, if they come, dominate, I very much welcome whatever my head might bear. OH and about the exposure thing…well living in the open, without masks…. You get the picture.