I did something I said I wouldn’t do again, especially when I am overwhelmed… I stopped writing.
This is bad for a myriad of reasons, the most important of which is that writing is my outlet, my way to process. Writing is my venting process, my thinking process, and my processing process. My friends and confidantes are tres important, bien sur, but writing is my catharsis. More so than tears during a good beating or zoning out to amazing music. Even more than fantastic, can’t-walk-afterwards circus sex (um… please?). Writing is my life, my calling, my soul. My collar is a handmade, leather-bound writing journal… yeah, writing is that important to me.
And yet here I am after an (unconsciously) self-imposed hiatus, wondering what the hell I was doing all this time if not processing properly?
Well, that hiatus ends here.
Yelp loves me again!
I was just asked by Novice Nancy if I could describe what it feels like to be in my Sir’s straitjacket. I sent out a tweet saying I had an overwhelming urge to wear it. That question came back in response.
So, here I am.
In a single word, I could have easily just said, “Amazing.” But, I understand that’s too vague. My actual response was that Twitter is not big enough to do her question – or, more important, Sir and his straitjacket – justice. Read the rest of this entry →
Guess who’s a top Yelper this week?
Could it be? Yes! C’est moi!
In truth, this is probably the fourth or fifth blog I own and manage. I will – most likely – consolidate some older ones into this one, and keep one more that is specific to my lifestyle choices. This one will be more inclusive of everyday musings. That is not to say it won’t cross over… the age-checker when you load this blog has that part covered, just in case.
But, I digress.
Welcome to another online incarnation of my social-media-whoredom and need to overshare. Feel free to ask questions, follow me if you like, and ignore me if you don’t. ;-) Either way, everyone will end up getting something they want… how is that bad?
Wait, what did I call this? Ah, yes, another peek into my social-media-whoredom (whoring?). I am addicted, I can admit it, to social media and online communication. I live through my CrackBerry and I am way more connected than any human being needs to be. Just plug me into the Matrix, and I am happy girl.
This is not to say I don’t have a “normal” life off the grid. I don’t live in my parent’s basement with a headset and a bluish monitor glow. I have an active social life and a fabulous job. I am working on a master’s degree, I travel, I host visiting friends (many of whom I have met from my own travels), and I love to go out and be and do (do be do be do…). But I am keenly aware of how the internet and cell phones and other technology have taken over my life. A friend once called me “Gemini of Borg,” and it’s fitting.
Add to that the fact that I am a social animal of the highest Kingdom (phylum, order, etc.), and it’s a maelstrom of status updates, Twitpics, and random ribbing of thousands of strangers to whom I have become connected. All in all, a good day.
So don’t be a stranger. Say Hi, tell me to fuck off… whatever works for you. Either way, I am sure it will be entertainment of all sorts.