The jokes on you, folks.
I know who I am. I like who I am, notwithstanding my low self esteem. I tell people who I am. In conversations. On my blog. On Facebook. Through e-mails and texts and on line profiles. I hide nothing, for I have nothing to hide and I am not naive enough to believe things I put out on the world wide web or tell another person will remain a secret. I let secrets suffocate me for 18 years and the day I came out was the day I stopped looking back and embraced who and what I am with no regrets. My life is mine to shape and live as I choose. I have thrown off the shackles of religious condemnation and societal approval. I deflect others projection of what is right and good for them onto me. I don’t accept others rules or parameters when it comes to how I live my life and I don’t and won’t apologize for that. Also, what my siblings and parents and neighbors and co-workers and friends do with their lives and marriages and children and homes is not for me to approve of or judge, nor is what I do with and in my life for them to judge. We live separate lives, make our own choices and neither owe each other deference nor should we change our behavior or beliefs to appease one another.
This is my blog. My very accessible, open blog. I don’t control who comes here and reads what I write. I am less comfortable about some people reading it, not because I regret what I say or who I am or want to hide it but, rather, I know some people can’t handle knowing who I really am and despise anything that does not conform to their own sense of comfort, morality or appropriateness. Anything that is different from them they label perversion and any open and honest expression of normal human sexuality is labeled pornographic by those so self-righteous and puritanical that they smugly hold themselves up as the arbiter of what is OK and what is not OK for us to think, say, share and reveal.
So this is just my periodic reminder to those who think they’ve stumbled onto my “secret life on the web” that it is no secret and if you want to come and be a voyeur into my life, you are free to do so. I can’t really stop you. But know this:
What I say and post on this blog is my freedom and choice to do so and there is nothing perverted, pornographic, shameful or wrong about it. For better or worse, this is me, uncensored and honest. Like it or leave it. I don’t care. I would rather live my life openly and proud of who I am than in shame pretending to be someone I’m not, regardless of who I disgruntle along the way. I will not filter my content for other people’s comfort and, although I cannot stop anyone from coming here and reading my words and seeing my pictures and videos, some of you (you know who you are) might be better off going away and never coming back. If you choose not to, that’s on your shoulders, not mine.
I’m extremely proud of myself and the kind of person I am and I don’t need to hide it from anyone.
If you don’t like it, if you can’t handle it, if you don’t approve of it, then go away. Because I’m not going to.