Ok so I’m a blogger. No sense in beating around the bush about it.
But you guys already knew that.
This blog is a huge part of my life, I often get messages on Grindr and Instagram from people who read the blog. I get recognized in clubs and at Mardi Gras and it’s hard not to find a Speedo clad picture of me anywhere, but for the most part very few people in my regular life know of or at least acknowledge it’s existence.
Most people I encounter view it with a quiet curiosity and amusement when they find out. They just don’t quite get it. Many people are curious about how and why I would choose to share so much online, and indeed sometimes I wonder too. I have always been reasonably open about my blog but even I get a little embarrassed when my friends mention it. When I go on dates and the topic of interests comes up I most guys are a little surprised when I tell them about the blog. I think secretly they may be worries about making an appearance. Nobody wants to get a bad review.
It’s because deep down inside there is still a part of me that squirms when I think about my friends seeing me in my underwear. I guess that there is a kind of security for me when sharing with strangers rather than people who I know in my everyday life.
I think there is still a nerd factor associated with blogging. Like I said most people look at me with quiet amusement half expecting have my own “leave Britney alone” video on Youtube or a Perez like bitch fest. But that’s just not how I roll. My blog is a thinly disguised attempt at validation through exhibitionism and positive life messages.
I have in the past made a point of not posting my blog articles on my personal Facebook. I never really examined why until today when I posted an the article “Why have Pride” to my own Facebook page.
So this is me coming out all over again as a blogger. Out and Proud with Blogger Pride.
