Avoidance, Denial, Destruction, And A Return

December 27, 2013

Wow! Where did the time go? Well, to be honest, I did write up a number of posts since my last post. However, due to my mood swings, those posts and any photos I had taken since August have been permanently deleted. It was a deliberate attempt to salvage my relationship. I avoided being nude as if it was a fatal disease. I denied my need for nudity, something my wife didn’t believe for a moment. I didn’t tell her about my burning the evidence that would validate her beliefs. And now, I can’t continue denying it anymore as the more I avoid, deny, and destroy posts and photos, the more I deny myself.

October 2013

It is a matter of days before we return to Mexico. The first month of our stay will be in Playa del Carmen with the next two months to be in Casa Sorpresas in Puerto Morelos. I am so looking forward to being warm again.

In October I finished a book that told the story of my being on the road in the summers of 1969 and 1970, a story I called, On the Broken Road to a Magical Other. I used Blurb to put the book into print form so that I could give the book to my children as it is the story of how I met their mother, my wife. The book was printed in November and I gave it to them for Christmas.

December 2013

Once that book was done, I turned to an ongoing project, a poetry book that had forty poems with matching photos which were mainly naturist photos. I published that book using the Blurb software and again ordered enough copies for my children. Not all of the poems were twinned with naturist images. As I worked on the project, when it came time to select the images in the book, I got my wife’s opinion, giving her the final choice whether an image I selected stayed or was excluded.

Then, I published both books on Smashwords and made them free. After all, I don’t need the money and writing these books wasn’t about the money and potential fame. They were just works that I needed to write. The books were downloaded by the hundreds. For the first time since 1977, I felt like a legitimate author.

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