Inside My Velvet Rope

One could never say Anaïs Nin was a simple woman. There were many facets to her life, and she seems to have preferred it that way. Most of the time. There are many times in her diary where she writes about being frustrated or afraid or worn out from trying to please so many people so much of the time, of giving so much to others and leaving little or nothing for herself. But then she goes right back to writing how glad she is to be able to be there for them. I have learned, as I have read her diaries, not to think the opinion she expresses is the opinion she will hold by the next day. :-)

I can relate to her hatred of politics and her preference to remain in her own, artistic world. It is an ugly business. But the more I see and learn and the more truths I expose, the more I see I cannot afford to take Nin's stance. She involved herself in some aspects of her lover's communist activities out of love for him, but having no interest or belief in communism itself. I have developed an interest in the democratic process in this country, because I see I have been duped. It is about time I bothered to open my eyes and see what has been right in front of me all along. I was proud to sit with eyes wide open and watch Senator Clinton's strong, gracious speech today. Now I and the other members of the PUMA PAC will take it from here.

labyrinthnight bought me a copy of "Incest", the unexpurgated diary that covers 1932-1934. I can hardly wait to delve into that one!

We saw the new Indiana Jones movie, this afternoon. I thoroughly enjoyed it! Now, though, I am happy to curl back up with "Nearer the Moon".

Also, three glasses of soy milk and a glass of cold water later, I think I was dehydrated. I am still thirsty!