This is much more difficult than I’d imagined. In May, I opened this account to write about my recently finished book, Like He Was God, before it was published. Blogs, twitter, and facebook were the recommended venues. Though it felt natural to write about my (previous) sex life in a Word document, it’s entirely different online in Firefox. Even though no one is listening or looking, I feel like they are. When I was little, I hid behind the big Wing chair in our living room and listened to visitors. My parents had to coax me out. I feel like that now, but no one’s here to lure me into the open. For now, I can only listen.