You know what I’m talking about here right? Those little odds and ends that are part of you and yet they never seem to fit into what you think of when you think about who you are. They just sit there, taunting you and jeering at you. Just when you THINK you can define yourself in someway, one of these little buggers jumps out and bites you with it’s sharp pointy teeth. (when did Monty Python start writing for me?)

“I am a MAN!” you scream ( or whichever gender you wanna pick, I don’t care). just as you finish the last refrain of your primal yell, a dust bunny comes out of the woodwork to mess with you. “But what about the fascination with dolls Eric?” Ummm … ok, maybe I really DO go on about dolls more than a normal hetero male should.

Ignore them at your own peril, they WILL bite you. You can rant and rave and try to keep the little buggers shoved into a cupboard (which is where you put EVERYTHING you don’t like), but eventually they will come out into the light. When you don’t want them to. Just to be as embarrassing as bloody possible.

Imagine this, you’re at a fancy dinner party with a new group of “friends”. Things are going along quite smashingly until…. The host has a little girl with a lovely doll collection. Little girl #2 (lets call her Becky, I don’t like numbers). So ANYway, Becky comes out (what are you a number bigot?) and is showing her newest doll to everyone. You see this happening and your internal dialogue goes something like this.

“Wow, that’s a COOL doll!”

“Damnit! Shut UP!, you’re gonna get us busted!”

“But, but , but it’s a REALLY cool doll!”

“Oh holy Twinkie, she’s coming this way. RUN you fool!”

“Run? but why? I want to see the dolly *flutters eyelashes at evil twin*”

“This whole entire party is going to come crashing down around our ears in an massive embarrassing situation if you don’t pull it TOGETHER man.”

“Screw you, COOL DOLLY!”

And so the next thing that happens is rather predictable. The little girl (Its BECKY, people are NOT numbers Jim!) brings her doll over to you and holds it up for you to see. You fight against it, but you just CANNOT resist the urge to gush about the doll. And that’s when your dust bunny uses a dirty nasty trick, and it shuts off the sound for just ONE second. Just as you were saying “Ohh, what a sweet dolly. can I hold her, pleeeeaase?”  Chaos ensues, you can use your imagination (mine is apparently busy being a number bigot, not to mention a JERK). Now you’re ostracized for liking dolls and these new “friends” probably won’t ever call you again (Becky number 2 might though, be careful).

All of this because you HIDE your dust bunnies of your soul. It COULD have gone differently you know. You COULD have made no effort to hide, the party could have realized that you are a doll connoisseur. Perhaps if they had known up front, then you might have been invited to see the whole collection by your host (Really? AWESOME!). Trust me, dolls are NOT just for children. I’ve seen dolls that cost THOUSANDS of dollars, every day on ebay and etsy. Save yourself the hassle, don’t hide your dust bunnies. They bite (with Sharp Pointy Teeth!).

Have any bunnies you want out in the light before they bite you? Share them with me, I don’t bite (much).

dracoselene

I'm an artist, writer, ordained interfaith minister, veteran, spiritualist, androgyne, and piles of other labels that never seem to fit. I'm following my passion and attempting to make myself and the world a better place. I think that through compassion and understanding we can all become one unified race of human beings, and life is better when you remember to play.