In our meditation circle, we were exploring emotions.  
Breathing and feeling differents emotions as an exploration.
It felt weird, different and somehow taboo. 

Emotions aren't acceptable or valued anymore.

I write and censor myself. I curtail my humaness. 
I am afraid of talking about sexuality, addiction,
passion and delusion. It might make my writing 
less 'respected'. 

If I am a disfunctional human, how can my writings 
be inspiring and useful. 

Even in the depth of gopher, I wonder how real I can be. 
This human side of myself is scary, mushy, unclear,
too human to be useful. 

I want to step out of that disfunctional way to express 
myself and into a more direct sharing of my human experience.