I went onto Google Book Search earlier and entered my name to see whether my two Lulu books have got there yet. They haven’t, but I did come across a letter I wrote to the British Journal of Photography in 1984. It reminded me again of how much I’ve spent my life hiding from my true nature.
Finally coming to terms with how you really feel about certain issues can be difficult, especially when those feelings run so contrary to received cultural norms. What’s even more difficult, however, is preventing them turning into definitive judgements. That’s the real test, and it’s a stern one. Life just won’t let me relax. Even now.