They are the forbidden, the desires we cannot have.
They are the hidden, the secrets we cannot tell.
They are the silent, the fears we cannot voice.
When I saw the prompt for this week’s Sunday Scribblings – Deepest, Darkest – I couldn’t fathom being able to write on it. While I am willing to share much about me and only slightly less than that about those around me, I maintain that full disclosure would put me on par with the Jerry Springer show participants.
The only thoughts that come to mind regarding “deepest, darkest” are desires, secrets and fears. [Well, chocolate, too, but I’m not a fan of dark chocolate. So.] And I’m just not going to share that which I keep hidden from people in my real life with…you.
What to do? How about my take on the deepest, darkest desires, fears and secrets of others? And why some things shouldn’t be shared.
1. If you are a minister of the conservative Christian ilk, it’s a good idea that you keep your desire for meth and other men to yourself. It’s also a good idea that you keep your vitriol against homosexuality to a minimum. Else your greatest fear – being uncovered as a hypocritical, drug-abusing, closeted gay minister – will be realized, thanks to the revealing of your secret by the object of your desire. I'm talking about you, Ted Haggard.
2. Don’t paint yourself as an ethical man of the people when you are, in fact, having sex with an underling, a woman who happens to be married to one of your closest friends, a man who happens to be heading up your re-election campaign. The issue that pushed me over the edge on this one was that it was his friend’s wife. Desire? Sure, feel free. Act on those desires? Never wise. Never. I'm talking about you, Gavin Newsom.
3. But it’s not just men by any means. Who can forget the recent antics of the diaper-wearing, mace-toting, spurned astronaut? She not only had deepest, darkest desires, secrets and fears, she was also deeply, darkly disturbed. I'm talking about you, Lisa Nowak.
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