This is not a blog about politics, Rome or men covered in baby oil fighting lions in badly hemmed dresses. I came across the term Bread and Circus years ago when I was in Rome. It inspired me to create silly works of art displaying circus freaks and featuring flying carbs. A dear friend of mine suggested I use the term for my blog. Thanks Sasha.
Lately I've had the urge to write about my life but a diary would be too personal and really and truly they are never private. Diaries and dildos - at the end of the day, someone is always going to come across them and you can't control who that someone is.
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