There is something deeply limiting about publishing a blog under one’s own name. I think I will switch to something anonymous. I keep worrying that future employers, future prosecutors, future whomever will find it and use the information against me. Future tripping? Yes. Potentially saving my own ass? Absolutely.
So now I feel freer to discuss whatever I want to discuss.
I named this blog The Not-belong because that is the title of the story I am working on right now, its the story of my childhood and the most prevalent feeling I recall as a child is The Not-belong. This is that feeling you get when you are watching tv with your parents and sex comes on unexpectedly; or when everyone in the room is laughing and you completely missed the joke or didn't get it; or when you were really looking forward to some event and you're there and its completely not what you expected or hoped for but you feel like you can't leave. I call this feeling the Not-belong.
Since a big part of my life right now is dedicated to working out all the kinks in my previous incarnation and becoming who I want to be and was meant to be, I think the ruling emotion of my first 27 years stands as a pretty good title.
