...as defined by a dear friend, to whom I fondly refer as my twin, Franklin Veaux:

1. You have to maintain an illusion for the people around you. You can not be honest; you must always have a watch dog running in your head, always alert to some accidental slip or mistake that will reveal the truth. You must always be on guard and can't simply relax.
   
2. You have to censor yourself. You can't answer questions or speak with openness. If someone says "What did you do last night?" and the thing you did last night is go out to a play party with your partner, you must lie, evade the question, or change the subject.
   
3. There are parts of yourself that you must bury far away from the people around you. Every part of yourself you keep secret undermines intimacy with those around you. You can not be intimate and also not reveal yourself; there will always be a limit to what you are able to share with those you keep secrets from.
   
4. You must compromise your own integrity by pretending to be something you are not, or by pretending not to be something you are. You can not be totally honest and also maintain your secret.
   
5. You give the world power over you. By treating some part of yourself as if it is a dirty, shameful secret, you empower and validate the people who believe that it is dirty and shameful. By keeping it secret, you are acknowledging that you believe it is something that SHOULD be kept secret.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again... I don't do closets; I'm claustrophobic.

Bloodninja : Wanna cyber?

MommyMelissa : Sure, you into vegetables?

Bloodninja : What like gardening an shit?

MommyMelissa : Yeah, something like that.

Bloodninja : Nuthin turns me on more, check this out
Bloodninja : You bend over to harvest your radishes.

(pause)

MommyMelissa : is that it?

Bloodninja : You water your tomato patch.
Bloodninja : Are you ready for my fresh produce?

MommyMelissa : I was thinking of like, sexual acts INVOLVING vegetables... Can you make it a little more sexy for me?

(pause)

Bloodninja : I touch you on your lettuce, you massage my spinach... Sexily.
Bloodninja : I ride your buttocks, like they were amber waves of grains.

MommyMelissa : Grain doesn't really turn me on... I was thinking more along the lines of carrots and zucchinis.

Bloodninja : my zucchinis carresses your carrots.
Bloodninja : Damn baby your right, this shit is HOT.

MommyMelissa : ...

Bloodninja : My turnips listen for the soft cry of your love. My insides turn to celery as I unleash my warm and sticky cauliflower of love.

MommyMelissa : What the fuck is this madlibs? I'm outta here.

Bloodninja : Yah, well I already unleashed my cauliflower, all over your olives, and up in your eyes. Now you can't see. Bitch.

MommyMelissa : whatever.

http://www.stanford.edu/~ssha/bcyber.htm

You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Among the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold

So she took her love for to gaze awhile
Among the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold

Will you stay with me will you be my love
Among the fields of barley
And you can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold

I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I've broken
But I swear in the days still left
We will walk in fields of gold
We'll walk in fields of gold

I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I've broken
But I swear in the days still left
We will walk in fields of gold
We'll walk in fields of gold

Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
As you lie in fields of gold

You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Among the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold