Time for some more no-thought blogging, or as I like to call it, insta-blog.

Saturday Slant: This Slant can be glibly answered with a trite response about a phobia or dislike (e.g. “I don’t like to talk about about spiders or politics”), but I entreat you to search your soul. Tell your readers about one topic that makes you uncomfortable to discuss—and why it makes you uncomfortable. Open your ID and tell a fear or pain; open your heart and trust your readers.

If, in blogging your Slant, there isn’t a lump in your throat the whole time, you aren’t being honest enough with yourself.

I don’t particularly like to talk about the fact that a lot of times I equate any kind of affection/intimacy/sex with love. If I don’t feel like I’m getting enough of either, I start to believe that there’s something wrong with me, and that perhaps I’m untouchable or unloveable. I know that I’m liked or loved, but I just don’t feel like I am, if that makes any sense at all. I don’t like to talk about it because then I feel like I’m putting folks on the spot and forcing them to be more affectionate than they really are or would want to be in order to spare my feelings. So in order to allow them to not feel bad that I’m feeling bad, I don’t let them know exactly how bad I feel in the first place.

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