Oh, don’t worry.
I haven’t been censored in a week.
The last time I was censored, Tejas asked me to edit my post about losing my pants at SoulFire so that he didn’t sounds quite so. . . so. . .
But hello, I did EMPHASIZE that the cocktail I gave him at SoulFire was the same as slipping him a Mickey.
I try to point this out at every opportunity I get.
I “dosed” my friend.
I do have something to say about censorship, however.
People I know.
Liberal-minded, forward-thinking, educated individuals have censored me.
Once, a woman came up to me at the burn and said, “I prefer if you don’t blog about me.”
To which I wanted to respond, “Then don’t do anything INTERESTING!” only to realize that that was redundant.
And now, here I am, blogging about her.
I will say this, however.
There are people, lifestyles, events, and activities that I participate in or have friends who participate in which sort of defy explanation and get lost in translation.
If you ask me if my work knows that I go to Burning Man, the answer is “No.”
And that’s just an annual artistic community experiment in the desert.
What if there were other activities, outside the mainstream?
It has dawned on me, very slowly, that in spite of this blog, I do need to protect the identities and interests of some of my friends who trust me and continue to invite me to participate in their events.
So not everything goes in the blog.
I censor myself.