Being Honest
Readers often tell me that they like my blog because it’s so unabashedly honest. Over the course of the last year and a half, readers have said with varying degrees of awe and suspicion, this chick can’t be real. No one’s that honest.
Of course no one’s that honest, not face to face. Oh hell no. And by “no one” of course I mean me. Shit, especially me. For someone who lays it all out on the computer screen, I reveal very little of myself face-to-face. It’s those two opposing personas who make up me. Their separation grows by the day.
It’s here in the blog that I make up for what I never say in my ordinary life. It’s between the hours of eight pm and three am that I admit what I’m really feeling, and then it’s only under the cloak of a dark room and a pen name.
