A new beginning: A piercing

Why does it seem something as small as a little piercing can raise such a controversy? Got my nosed pierced with Corkii last friday and it was a long time coming. We had planned on doing it in England but the more we want to go the less it seems to be happening right now. So a piercing? Lets start there. Called my parents to tell them because we were excited. Mom was ok like she always is but dad didn't say anything but "Here talk to your mother!" I've gotten so far in five days: "Why would you want to do that?", "If God wanted you to have holes in your body he would have given them to you!", "It looks cute on you!" Yet the more I see people's reaction the better it seems to get. I love it. Like I keep saying I am starting to find the more things I do for myself the happier things seem to make me. So if a nose being pierced makes me happy thats what I am going to do. mmmm Maybe I'll get another tattoo while I am at it. Join the "pierced/tattoo'd freek club". I know that what I have been getting for a long time. Inviduality doesn't seem to be an option for so many people. Even tho we are suppose to be able to express ourselves. So if a tiny piercing causes a heated discussion then so be it. I just hope that Corkii can survive it with her parents just like I have with mine. After all its an expression of who we are. Our own personal canvas so to speak!

A Long time Between blog's

So many things can take place in such a short time. I know blogging was who I was wanting to become. Take more time to explore writing. Explore who I was through writing is more like it. So here is a catch up. New apartment GREAT. Job alright. Summer holidays over and done already. Its september now which is almost my most favorite time of the year. A time for change. As I keep writing about but not exploring because as my friend Miki says its because I am still hiding who I really am. Its not that I am afraid of myself. I guess I am afraid of what certain people might think about certain things. I know a puzzel. I suppose when I am ready to explore that for the world I will share that. Corrina says that I have three lives. The one I share with her and the family, the one I have with my own family and lastly the one I share with my boyfriend and his family. I suppose she is right it is three different worlds really. The one I tend to be the most comfortable with is the one I cant share with everyone. I know its suppose to be a world of tolerence where no one judges but as I see more and more. Nothing has really changed. People are still facing the same racist attitudes they did fifty years ago. Here I go ranting on when really this started off about my own life. I guess for now, how dad sees me is how I live my life. Scary at 34 years old and I still care what my narrow minded father thinks. Dont get me wrong I love my dad like all girls do. But he is so narrow minded and wont accept my life if he knew everything. So for now I am in hiding.