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I had a different blog once, and it was a fine blog.  I am proud of the writing I offered to the blogosphere.  However, it occurred to me that I was not writing in an honest, transparent manner.  I wanted to be seen a certain way and the writing was biased to that goal.  Now, it is time to be unashamed – time to show that I am human, faulted, but  trying.  I want to write according to a teaching of Rumi:

“Forget safety.
Live where you fear to live.
Destroy your reputation.
Be notorious.”

Understanding my world view requires that one know a few pertinent details:  I am gay, Buddhist, partnered, human, and not enlightened.  This is not an exhaustive list of my finer qualities, but it is a starting place and should provide at least a small insight into the nature and content of my writings.

The name of this blog was created by my partner.  The idea hinges on the definition of “incensed.”

1. Perfume with incense or a similar fragrance: “the aroma of sandalwood incensed the air”.

2. Make very angry: “incensed by the accusations”

Add to this that I am Buddhist and the concept of the this particular blog is born.

The last blog I maintained had a spiritual bent.  Though I stand behind everything I wrote, they blogs are not completely true as I was attempting, and I gather successfully, to show that I was a serious spiritualist that had his “stuff” together.  As much as part of that may be true, it is not a completely accurate picture.  I am faulted…as seriously as the rest of the world.

My hope is that I can show that being religious or spiritual and striving on a path does not make one perfect…it does not.  But, lying to yourself and others does not make you perfect either…it makes you a liar.

Now, here is the time for honesty.  A blog that was recently forwarded to me said:

“I hope you are ok with showing the realness of you, the combination of your rawness and your rawr, and while I don’t mind celebrating all the good things you present yourself to be, I want to celebrate you more, I’m ok with the dirt under your fingernails, and the fact that your bed’s not made. I love you, I love your mind, even the dark places, the awful places, the places that scare me shitless, I love those too, because they are you, they are part of the reason I reach out into the world every morning and try to make a connection. I don’t want to miss it, I don’t want to miss the connection between the you that you present yourself to be and the you you really are.”

I am afraid to show my realness.  But, that fear, more than anything, tells me it is time to express it.  If I want to feel the very real thoughts in the paragraph above, then I have to give that gift to myself first.

Read the blog, share it, like it, or hate it.  Whatever you do or think is none of my business, so here I go!

By the way:  My name is David.

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