WHITE AND DARK - BOTH SIDES OF THE STORY

Money, sex, alcohol, drugs and rock and roll, almost on tap. This is my side of my life, and I love it. I always have and I always will. This will never change. I am past the 40 mark (only just), and have realised that there is only one me. This is it.....and I really love it.


To have this side of my life, I need to have a respectable side, to fund it and to feed it. So here I am in a world to which so many aspire. Respectful, very well paid job, that requires international travel, from which I have built up a worldwide network of business friends during the last 15 years.

Along side this respectable international network I have woven a framework of connections and real friends, with whom I loudly and abundantly play and partake of secret guilty pleasures. I call this My Life. Because it was created by me, loved by me and carefully nurtured by me. It is also known as my Dark Side. We all have one, don't kid yourself if you are thinking you don't. I love my Dark Side so much. The fondness I feel for it alone makes me participate fully in the respectable side of my life, which I call my White side.


I live mostly on the White side, and allow my Dark side in when I can. Don't misunderstand me, the white lets the dark out and not the other way round. When I need to be good, I can be, BUT....



CARPE DIEM....and I do, and the dark side is let out to soar through the newly opened window of opportunity, and flies as free as an eagle in the promise of a wonderful spring morning, flying high above the world of mundane thoughts and turgidly dull respectability. Once the Dark side is unleashed it brings an unsurpassed rush that sings and flows through every vein and cell in my body. The sound rings music in my ears and my desire to abandon the framework of my white life becomes overwhelming. My Dark side is entertaining, naughty, and disregards every boundary of respectable behaviour. It is without question just great fun. It accelerates and elevates those around and casts a net of pure and unadulterated pleasures on all that it encapsulates.

Taste the pure freedom. The freedom to fly and run and sample the overflowing gulps of unadulterated guilty pleasures. To take this nectar and share it with others and bond in exquisite ecstasy of fulfilled enjoyment.

BUT...there is a price. Everything in life needs a balance, the White brings the balance, the white brings the dark in as a prisoner. Trapped. Unable to stretch your wings and feel the thumping rhythm of fulfilment whenever you wish. The dark always obeys the white.

How many times can you fulfil your naughtiest thoughts and dreams...as many times as is sensible to do so. Overextend it and it does not become a guilty pleasure. Not letting it out causes frustration. Everything is about balance. I believe I have found that balance, the balance between dark and white that controls the worlds in which we live...it is only as long as the dark is let out to feed, then white can live in fulfillment.