Y’all know that I write about almost anything: my period, my sexuality, my genitals, my craziness, my racism and cissexism, my self-injury, even unwanted sensations with breastfeeding. I wrote about being bipolar, bisexual, and fat in my college application essays. (I won a scholarship in part because of an essay about my breasts.) I am a big, big believer in openness and forthrightness and disclosure and exposure and wearing our hearts on our sleeves and honestly answering “how are you?” (mostly).
But.
There’s a post half-written in my queue that will probably never see the light of a monitor because certain members of my family (hi Dad!) read this blog.
And I know I’m not the only one with such restrictions, either self-imposed or externally-motivated. So I thought I’d ask:
What don’t you blog about? And why? (Or because of whom?) Is it for protection, secrecy, court order? Fear of embarrassment, fear of reprisals, fear of what people will think? Do think some topics just aren’t appropriate for public discussion? What are you NOT saying that is clamouring to come out of you?
Obviously, I am not expecting that if you won’t blog it you’ll feel comfortable just spouting it here. You may allude, of course, to one or all parts of the question, or confirm only the existence of such things and nothing more. OR, I invite you to answer anonymously. You may use your own email and a new name, or create a free email just for this — or just put in a pseudoemail. For this, I won’t care. I will go spelunking in the depths of spam-filter hell for you, rescue your flagged anonymous comments, if you so choose to share.
What don’t you, won’t you blog about?1
NOTE: It has come to my attention that if you have a Gravatar associated with your email address, it will still show up even with a different, anonymous name. These comments will go to pending, awaiting my approval: I will not publish them with the image, for your privacy. I can alter the email to remove the image, but this may affect your ability to receive email updates on the comment thread. Feel welcome to use an anonymous or fake email instead.
FURTHER NOTE (7 Feb 2010): Because of the overwhelming response to this, I have issued an invitation for anyone who wishes to submit an anonymous post, to be published as part of the Naked Pictures of Faceless People project. Because all our stories deserve to be told.
- Non-bloggers are entirely welcome to join in as well. Why don’t you blog? What would you not feel comfortable writing about? ↩
The posts that are gathering dust in my queue are usually half-baked rants. I’ll get all fired up about something, start analyzing and poking holes, get about 3/4 way through, and then realize that the whole thing has a far too negative, cynical or resentful tone. In trying to change the breastfeeding culture and transform the breastfeeding movement, it is easy to look at all that is wrong. Ultimately I come back to what I think our role is; to inspire, lift up, motivate and put positive social pressure on the booby traps.
Perhaps if I was funnier or a better writer (like you!) or could exercise the remarkable judgment, self-control and reasoned tone of phdinparenting I’d publish them!
A big part of why I blog is so that I can expel my inner-most thoughts out of their inner place and get them out, so they no longer play in my mind, over and over and over.
I run into problems where what I would like to blog about involve family members (who read what I write). Although my husband has given me a free pass to write about ANYTHING, because the blog was his idea in the first place, others are entirely more sensitive. And when my relationship with non-immediate family is sometimes tenuous I am very hesitant to add fuel to the fire, particularly when there has been unending drama in the past.
So these things will probably never see the light of day. Which is a shame, because I get a lot out of the group therapy possibilities of blogging.
I don’t blog about my sexuality. I don’t blog about my relationships. I just can’t. As Zoey said the “group therapy possibilities of blogging” would really go a long way there but my brain freezes up when it heads in that direction. Firstly, I don’t want to hurt my partner and I know he doesn’t quite know how to feel about my bisexuality. But I also worry about what people would think, particularly at work. Which is silly because I’m well and truly out elsewhere on the interwebs. It’s just at my blog (or on facebook) where people know to look for me I’m hesitant. It feels cowardly. I’ve actually thought about starting another *secret* blog for that stuff. But that would be copping out entirely.
Having gone through my drafts, I realise I also tend to (or try to) bite my tongue when it comes to work or to things that happen at work. I’ve fallen foul of that before and it ain’t pretty.
Because my blog isn’t at all anonymous, and I use my real name:
I won’t blog about the emotional abuse I suffered from my ex, in case they read it and it angers them.
I won’t blog about the fact my partner and I usually co-sleep with my kid because if my ex knew we did this, they’d do everything in their power to stop it, even if that included calling social services.
I’ll talk about my sexuality until I’m blue in the face but beyond the odd hint where necessary to illustrate something, and beyond the occasional “ooh er missus” remark, I won’t blog in any detail about my sex life. Partly because it involves two people so it’s not just up to me, and partly because some of the things I like to do could be misconstrued by someone who wanted to slur me for whatever reason.
[And also, in part, I think because I still, rightly or wrongly, have that thing in my head (which is quite common for people in my country) which says "why be open about sex, how tedious, when you could make schoolkid type jokes about it instead?" or even "a hint is sexy; telling everything isn't" or other such ideas.]
I won’t actually blog in that much detail about my child on a public blog, although I have an invite-only blog to do that. That’s because they haven’t given/can’t yet give me consent to use their life that way in the public domain.
But beyond that? It’s a free for all. I know my Dad has read my blog, which discusses some of my problems with him and my Mother; it’s part of why he finally gave up pretense at still wanting to be in touch with me.
Anyway, this is why I have dreamwidth. Invite only blogging is wonderful. ;-)
A lot of people I knew before I started blogging read my blog regularly. So I do sometimes hold back – I’m quite a secretive person in many ways (secretive about my inner life, anyway, not so much the events of my life) and it is confronting to me, when people read my blog. I actually feel quite terrified when acquaintances and new friends say things like ‘oh, I read on your blog…’ because I fear that they either won’t like what they have learned about me, or that what they have learned is too different from what I am projecting in ‘real life’ and that this will make them judge me or think I am some kind of fraud. Mostly unfounded fears I think but nevertheless, they play on my mind sometimes and do lead to occasional self-censorship.
There are other things I won’t blog about because it would strain my relationship with my husband – he likes that I have an outlet but he would prefer not to read details of domestic quarrels or his sex life on a public site. And that’s fair enough.
Generally speaking, I don’t think there are things that shouldn’t be discussed in public – but it is a personal thing and a judgement call all writers who engage in anything personal/autobiographical face. In some ways I’ve found blogging very freeing because it has allowed me to ‘tell’ friends about things that I found hard to in face-face conversations (like the return of my depression) but I am also conscious that there are some things friends might not want to read about. So, if I was entirely anonymous I would feel freer to discuss certain topics (like sex and other bodily functions) I suppose. As it is, there are people close to me (my relatives, for eg.) who I haven’t told about my blog and hope never discover it, because I fear that I’d be driven to even more self-censorship then. And that’d be hard.
And… one more thing! Sorry, this is epic– I have also avoided blogging about fairly momentous things that close friends/husband are not aware of yet, because I fear that they will be hurt by learning of them online instead of more directly from me. But my husband says he has to read my blog to find out what i’m really thinking about so maybe that last effort is pointless anyway!
I won’t blog anything about anyone that I wouldn’t say to their face. So I don’t rant about family, and friends. Mild critisism maybe, but not a big fat out moan. i just feel if it’s that bad, I should talk to them, not tell the world. Also I don’t blog about my sex life (probably!). Why would I? It’s mine…..
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I blog openly about the fact that I’m polyamorous but it’s rare that I’ll blog about the details of my relationships beyond my primary partner. I definitely won’t blog about my husband’s partners, especially in times they are causing some poly-drama.
I used to blog about anything, since I didn’t talk about my blog with any of my real life friends. Then my sister-in-law found it and emailed it to everyone (EVERYONE) on her side of the family. So now complaining about the in-laws – even really genuine complaints/behaviors and not just general annoyance – is off limits. Unless I want all our holidays to be really really uncomfortable. I also try to keep most of my marital complaints private, since it only agravates the problem when I get a bunch of supportive but unhelpful “oh honey, you’re husband is such a jerk!” comments. He feels attacked and unfairly judged.
I think annonymity, even just from family, is really the key to complete truth in blogging. But if you want to remain unknown, they still make pen and paper journals for a good, old-fashioned diary. No Internet connection needed.
The main thing I avoid blogging openly about is my daughter’s bio-dad, because he has been known to read what I write and get very angry about the way I was describing his behaviour. I stand by the accuracy of my perceptions, but I don’t want to have those arguments.
I also tread very carefully when I say anything that could be used against me by social services. For instance, I’d love to post about the messages I’m trying to give my daughter about bodies and masturbation, but I have this horrible feeling that it will find its way to the wrong ears and be misinterpreted by someone who thinks the unusual is automatically harmful, and again, it’s not an argument I have the strength for.
I have recently started my first blog, and it is completely anonymous. I haven’t told anyone I know where to find it, I don’t mention myself or anyone else by name. Anyone who reads it has stumbled upon it in the blogosphere by accident.
I have had a real ethical quandary to be honest, about whether it’s o.k. for me to say what I like, if nobody can recognise me or anyone I’m talking about from what I’m saying. Because I suppose there is always the danger that someone who knows you will stumble upon it, read it, and think ‘hang on a minute’….
Even blogging anonymously I still feel nervous putting my opinions, and details of my personal life out there. I worry about inviting criticism or being ‘flamed’ but ultimately I have decided that you can’t please all the people all of the time. You may aswell just say what you think and please yourself. If I wrote with the express intention of never risking offending or angering anyone ever, then I wouldn’t write anything!
It’s early days so I don’t really know if there’s anything that’s off-limits yet. I can’t imagine writing about my sexual relationships, but as a single mother that’s not an issue for me at the moment. I guess I’ll just have to cross certain bridges when I get to them.
I won’t blog about work other than in the most general terms. (“Long day at the office today.” / “Yay, got a lot done at work!”) I won’t blog details about my family that are likely to make them mad.
That said, I have a LiveJournal account (and actually a Dreamwidth too, but they’re mirrors of each other). I don’t post those things publically but sometimes I do post them to a select group of friends.
I try, if it’s a rant about someone, to be sure I don’t post to LJ when what I need to do is talk to them. (Sometimes I do both, but I try not to skip the talk-to-them step and it often makes the post pointless.)
It’s risky, in this day and age, to blog much about your job – and I like my company and coworkers, so I don’t want grumblings on a bad day to give the wrong impression of them, either. And it just seems rude to talk about my family members that way.
For me, most of my blogging restrictions come in how much I can actually say about what I write about. Keeping my pseudoanonymity intact means that I can’t talk about things specific to my city or my state. When trans legislature comes up in my state or a group in my area does something really really fucked up to trans folk or PWD, I have to be careful about showing too much upset about just that event, lest it clue people in to my location.
I know I’ve already narrowed it down a bit by talking about the weather here so I know if I go much deeper I’ll be traceable.
Likewise, I’m extraordinarily careful when talking about my rapist abusive ex. I don’t give clues as to their gender (although describing the circumstances does clue people into their gender assignment at birth), name, handles, how we met and any other searchable info that they could use to find the blog and discover that hey, they raped their ex girlfriend and she knows.
This mostly because I fear reprisal, something they didn’t hesitate to do when it came out that they had abused me in our old group of mutual friends. They don’t know where I live exactly, but just being targeted online by my rapist and their friends (and my ex does not hesitate to use others as abuse vectors online) is a terrifying enough thought to keep me very very cautious.
I used to not be able to blog about my disabilities but I did recently get over that issue and starting accepting that I’m PWD. I also don’t blog things that I’ve written about in other places, where my name is present (I actually have a personal and professional online presence and would rather not link that to this presence), unless they are locked up tight and only accessible to people who already know I write this blog.
I don’t blog about work (when I actually have a job), mostly because there’s always the risk that bosses will crack the pseudoanonymity and cause me problems, but also because I generally don’t have much to say about work.
And finally, I avoid talking about subjects I know fuckall about or would center my voice in a situation where I’m privileged. As much research as I’ve done into white privilege and racism, I’m in a poor position to talk about them in general terms and I’m loathe to make the conversation about me and my racism and privilege (because well, white centering isn’t exactly helpful). Same applies to other privilege zones. Usually for that stuff I just link to POC (or other marginalized folks as the case may be) writers on the topic and say, “read this person. They know what they’re talking about.”
There are three things I won’t blog about:
1) Sex While I will blog about sexuality and being a lesbian, I will not blog about sex even though it is something that I wished I had read about when I was pre-transition as a trans woman. There is almost nothing out there and a lot of what there that is accurate is just dry descriptive stuff about parts. There’s also a lot of inaccurate stuff, usually written by transphobic cis people who are peddling ideas of trans people as broken, fetishistic, or whatever. Thus, I have a large desire to correct that. But, I know that this will be used by transphobes to show yet again how trans women are “really men who think that they have a right to sex” or “have no idea what sex is like for women” or “delusional straight men” or whatever. And, honestly, I don’t want to be part of that.
2) Male Privilege Yes, as a trans woman, I have experienced being given male privilege, although not in an uncomplicated way. But, I won’t talk about it beyond that statement because, again, it will be used to degender me and other trans women and to assert that trans women still have male privilege. I won’t further that nonsense, either.
3) My Partner’s Ex My stepson-to-be loves his father, and I will not leave anything on the forever of the Internet to change that in the future.
There are things I *can’t* blog about (thanks to HIPAA). This gets hard, especially when I really need to vent (to an audience) about something that happened at a birth that upset me.
I don’t blog other people’s stories; I have a Thing about consensuality.
Actually, at this point the things I don’t blog about far outweigh the things I do! My blog has more or less become a glorified baby book; there are too many people who read it – parents, in-laws, friends – for me to really spill my guts anymore. I’ll blog about things like my miscarriages, but I won’t complain about my in-law’s religion and politics.
If I really, truly need to vent, I take it to LJ, where I either keep it entirely private, or allow only a select group to see.
I think the purpose of the blog structures its content. I have two blogs: a personal one where I write general things about my life, and a second where I present my experiences, thoughts and resources related to my life as a doula.
In the former blog, I’ve given myself the opportunity to…
1) Let my friends and family keep up with what’s going on in my life.
2) Explore my inner landscape, using the blog as a self reflection tool which provides the option of including or excluding others during my exploratory process.
The latter blog is similar, but the differences are…
1) I share everything I choose to write in this blog with the entirety of the Internet, to facilitate both my learning process through discussion and others’ learning through information sharing.
2) Exploration of ideas is topically limited to pregnancy, birth and family matters.
The reason I separated my doula-related writing from everything else is primarily a way to be more organized in how I present information and my thoughts, and secondarily to share only this part of myself with my audience for the sake of distilling the information and discussion topics.
I’m selective about what I allow others to read in my personal journal because, in its use as a self-exploration tool, I don’t need commentary, analyses, critique or sharing of similar experiences from others – I just need to express myself. It’s sort of like singing in the shower – it doesn’t matter how bad you sound, you’re just singing for the joy of it. Or, to further that analogy, after signing in the shower, your ‘performance’ may compel further action, anything from lessons to booking your next gig at Carnegie Hall. (-:
I won’t talk about the emotional abuse I suffered through as a child. I have written about the physical abuse in part because I know that if my family stumbles across my blog they simply don’t care how I feel about it. They are in complete denial of the emotional cruelty and I am quite certain were they to read my perspective it would just set off a war that I am not ready to deal with.
I avoid blogging about myself since my belief is that I am very very dull.
I do not write about S-E-X, because my grandmother reads my blog. Plus, it is associated with my (very unique) last name, and if I want to apply for a job one day I have to consider what I do and don’t want my future co-workers to know about me.
I also don’t say negative things about individuals I know, or even things they could find negative. I don’t want to be passive-agressive with my platform.
And I don’t write about money, because I’m not really willing to be that open with people, especially, again, since my name is associated with my blog.
I am, however, much less cautious in comments.
I would love to write about all the same things you do, but I don’t because of in-laws and family who don’t know me to that degree. My mother reads my blog and in the beginning would show up at my door with her arms wide open to give me a hug after reading a post wherein I talk about deep emotion or upset. I began to rein it in after that and also warned her of being banned if she didn’t cool it with me.
I don’t talk about the inner workings of my marriage out of respect for my husband.
If I had my druthers I would openly talk about my sex life, marriage, sexuality, mother and sister, in-laws, my friends, you name it. Seriously, nothing would be off limits. But just as in real life, censorship is alive and well on my blog in order to maintain social harmony, respect, and the possibility of future work.
I am actually actively looking for some kind of app to use to open my blog up for anonymous submissions for bloggers (and readers alike who want a turn at venting) to vent secrets or just things they could never post on their own sites. And by the way, I think this blog post is wonderful in its own voyeur-likeness.
I’m pretty open to writing about just about anything. The stuff I’ve not written about is personal family drama, for fear that my drama-queen sister in law will start trouble.
I also wouldn’t write about my struggle with addiction, but I just posted two posts about it in the last two days.
Oh I forgot, I also don’t blog about anything that would require a picture of me or post pictures up. Would totally kill the anon magic.
Hm. There’s very little that I have a hard rule about saying “I WILL NEVER BLOG ABOUT THIS.” Stuff about the lawsuit I’m embroiled in, for obvious legal reasons. Personal details about other people.
I’ve learned the hard way not to blog about parenting problems if I’m not completely settled in and ready to justify the decision I’ve made. I rarely have the bandwidth to engage in comment debates, nor do I want the angst of dealing with well-intentioned but not-getting-it comments that make me curl up into “OMG I’m an awful parent!” misery.
I also have dozens of half-written rants that I’ve discarded as being too whiny or not having a coherent point – but that’s more a style thing than a topic thing.
I don’t post quizzes. Period.
I have no particular aversion or issue with blogging about sex, but it doesn’t come up much.
I wouldn’t blog about what happened at the pool this summer when some other kid stuck his hand down my 4 year old son’s swim trunks and touched his penis. I was SO UPSET and all I wanted to do was write about it – my reaction as a parent, what I did to deal with it (lots of drama there). But the fact is that it had the potential to embarrass my son at a later date and I felt HE deserved privacy on that.
I won’t blog about my pending divorce. Even though it was my decision and my husband moved out four weeks ago. Even though I know for sure it will happen. Even though I want to talk about what it means to be a single parent. I know my husband reads my blog. And his mother. And I don’t want ANYTHING I say in any way to impact my fragile relationship with both of them. Until all custody arrangements are made and documents signed. AND – I don’t want pity. AND – I don’t want all my personal thoughts about it out there. Yet. Some day. When it’s mostly over.
And I won’t write about my being a recovering alcoholic. Even though I’ve been sober a LONG time. I mention that I don’t drink. I mention that I quit drinking nearly 13 years ago, but I’ve yet to delve into the “I’m an alcoholic” thing even though I’ve been blogging for nearly 3 years. One is because I fear it will come back to bite me in the ass with my career. Second is because I don’t want to be the bloggy poster-child for AA. But lately I’ve been thinking more about this – especially as some mommy-bloggers have been talking more about their own alcoholism (as in, just realizing it) and me feeling like maybe if I were more public about it – it would help others to know there is HOPE for recovery. That it is possible to quit drinking and be a good mom and find out how to cope without the booze.
And I certainly don’t blog about sex. I guess there’s a lot I don’t blog about. Although my blog is much more a mommy-blog in terms of parenting and breastfeeding and food allergies and not so much on personal revelations and reflections…
Great post. I’m only using my first name – people who know me on the net probably can figure out it’s me – and that’s okay – I know we have some of the same readers. But not linking up my blog. :)
Sorry I am late on this one. I am so behind on my blog reader.
I am actually switching over what I blog about and what I don’t. I ditched some older posts in which I am critical of particular physicians, which I never named by name, or professors at my institution. I am considering “coming out” by name on my blog, so I want to make sure I don’t come off as a whiner who runs to the internet about people she works under.
When I started my blog, a few friends read it, and it wasn’t about medical school, and blogs were, well, slightly above myspace on the level of how serious people took them. Well, now I have 500 and 1000 hit days (not every day), people at my medical school know I blog, my blog has been picked up in the LA Times and on public radio (??!!), physicians have read and posted on my blog, including one academic at a residency program I am interested in, and it’s just a bigger deal. I am not trying to brag or anything. It took me quite by surprise. Suddenly, bitching about my professors seemed like a bad idea.
There are lots of other things I don’t blog about. I don’t blog about my family or my personal life very much. I don’t blog under my real name, but, you read it here first, I may start very soon.
I prefer to call a blog a blob– more fun.
I have blobbed on my myspace page. I worry about using my real name on all my accounts, twitter, facebook, myspace because family could so easily come across it. There is a lot of info that my family doesn’t need to know, mostly on Twitter and myspace. I have blobbed about a lot of things, embarrassing things that have have happened to me, other experiences and some writing through what I am thinking. I do enjoy sharing funny stories and making my readers laugh. I am open to blobbing about most things. I agree with a lot of the responses that work is not a good subject. I also discuss things that involve other people or my relationships or insights into my sexuality with my husband first. He is the first to know how I feel about sex or myself. I don’t want it to be like reading about it in the paper.
I love to write about my husband and how I love him and our marriage. That is good stuff so it doesn’t need his “approval” or prior knowledge.
My main problem is this goofy thought process I have. First I automatically think “who cares?” there is so much out there, what makes me special. But then I have to remember that I am writing for myself. I really am. I don’t care what other people think. If it helps me then that is what matters. I don’t know why I knee jerk react to care about what other people think. I also have to fight the worry in the back of my head that someone might think I am looking for attention or sympathy. I appreciate comments and thoughts on what I write. But if no one reads it, so what. I hope to reach the point where that is my first thought. I am getting better. Those automatic responses bug me because that isn’t the real me. I have never cared what people think about me. I am usually clueless to what they think anyway. I would say that I hope this makes sense but remember I am writing this for myself ;)
I forgot to include the part about my name. Though I worry about family finding things they don’t really need to know, I can’t use an alias or nickname. I am Suzanne.
I don’t write about my experience as a stripper on my birth & babies & breastfeeding blog, partly because not everyone in my real life knows about it, especially family – but also because I don’t want to risk alienating readers who might have negative feelings about it and about sex work in general. Not that these negative feelings and perceptions aren’t worth addressing, but at the moment, I am not the one to do it.
I’ve thought about this for a while and I actually can’t think of a topic I won’t blog about. There are some things I may wait with until a better time, or only half blog about. But right off I can’t think of a topic I would refuse to cover. Hmmm, there has to be something.
There’s lots that I don’t happen to blog about, anything that doesn’t fall withing the “parenting” umbrella, really. But I won’t blog about anything that infringes on somebody else’s expectation of privacy. Especially and specifically my husband’s (without his explicit consent) and my children’s. I tinkered with using pseudonyms for the kids on my blog for a while, but it seemed silly since I use my real name. Instead, I decided that using their real names would make me be extra-diligent in not revealing too much that is personal about any of us. They are 3 and 1 right now and I’m not sure how things will change as they age. I try to make the blog less about them and more about me, less about our family and more about the culture of parenting.
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Wow, I think I could list a ton of things I will NEVER discuss in blog form…as the stuff reads better in a story.
I won’t talk about how mundane my existence has been for most of these 18 years-mostly my fault. I have not really touched on Transsexuality and may not for some time, but for no really specific reason. I won’t blog about the weird ass, psychotic, crazy, terrifying, never erotic dreams I have(I used the word crazy, because I AM and I CAN PROVE IT, but I don’t feel like doing so at the moment). I won’t touch me and my brother’s [word omitted] and bloody feuding as it is long since over and neither I or him really give a shit about it anymore.
…I just dont’/won’t talk about anything that would make me look stupid.
I won’t blog about my dads Schizophrenia and the grief it causes me and my family. It has such a huge impact on my own mental health but it’s not mine to share. I know that it would hurt him and my sister
I can’t write about my husband’s alcoholism or anything for that matter that might put our life in a bad light. Because he has shame. I’m an open book though which makes it hard for me to always play ball his way, and sometimes I can get away with somehting here or there, but usually I don’t. He’s asked me many times to remove one specific post about an STD I have, which then points a finger at him that he has one too) but it’s my 6th most popular post and I still get comments from people telling me how helpful it was for them to read it so so far I’m not taking it down. I do my best to respect his wishes because he does have a point, but I really wish there was somewhere I could spill the rest of these pent up emotions.
My list is pretty long! Which is probably the reason my blog is not really a “personal” blog, but more of an advocacy/awareness/ideas/research blog.
In any case…my list:
- Sex
- My sexuality
- Things my family members do that drive me crazy (except for really minor/innocent funny stories that would not embarrass them now or later)
- Anything that I think might embarrass my kids later in life if they or their friends came across it
- Specifics about my work or other personal details
- How much I had to drink last night (or any other night)
There are probably many, many more things. But I can’t think of them now.
I should also say that sometimes anonymous comments left by others and possibly by me can be transparent (i.e. it is possible to figure out who it is) if you know that person well enough. However, it has the value of not being searchable under your name, so if someone is looking to find dirt on you based on either your real name or your online personality, they are unlikely to find an anonymous comment you left somewhere.
Wow, I was completely not expecting this level of response. Thank you, each of you, for your replies.
Inspired by all your comments (and further discussion on Twitter), I have issued an invitation for anyone who wishes to submit an anonymous post, to be published as part of the Naked Pictures of Faceless People project. Because all our stories deserve to be told somewhere.
Arwyn – I don’t know if this would be interesting enough but the other side of this coin is what would people blog about if they had free rein.. I think we are so used to repressing that it might be interesting to see what people would really like to talk about that they don’t/can’t/won’t. I am not a blogger but love to read.. and I am trying to think about what I would write about if I had total anonymity/no repercussions.. As usual you are always wonderfully thought provoking :-) Just a thought..
Hey Arwyn,
A friend forwarded me your blog this morning, and you really inspired me to branch out of my safety zone and get a bit more personal in my blog. Nothing much to divulge, because i am still soooo trapped in secrecy and reclusion, but the things i don’t blog about are depression, anxiety, isolation, chronic pain, and sexuality. Though i did tap the seal on the first 3 thismorning.
Thanks for daring to be real.