Privacy/Publicity
My best friend told me that he liked my toasts (below) for the wedding I was at last week. So much so in fact that he posted the link on his blog/site and also shared it with his family. So of course his Mom showed up and read it and then continued reading the rest of the blog. (Shout out to Joan if you're still reading!). But the idea brought up a bit about the whole nature of blogging and what you share or don't about your life in one of these things. But also it brought up just how much about ourselves we share with those we know anyway.
Now the whole world knows I�m gay. Shit, blind dogs can tell I�m a poofter. But the open relationship thing-- well that was a bit new. It's a thing that most of my peers know. But I�ve kept it from say professional peers, and my folks don't know. And up until recently I wouldn't have imagined that Joan and Bryson knew. They're lovely, sweet, intelligent dear people whom I love and respect, but I just never thought they'd 'get' nor want to get the idea that Eric and I shag around.
It brings up the apartheid of our lives that most of us live. We tell things to some people and not to others. (One way to know if you're in or out of that conversational circle is if you've ever found yourself surprised that a couple you know broke up - then you were out.)
So the comment from Hamish brought this up and I�ve done some thinking about it. No resolutions at all, just thinking. Yah there are some things I won't tell my folks and they don't wanna know. Some could say that I�m all 'internalized homophobia' or whatever but fuck that noise. I don't believe it for a minute. We construct who and what we are by choosing to show or not show certain things to the people in our lives. That�s what it is to be human. And frankly I think my mom and dad (and Hamish's too) can live and die without ever knowing if I�m a top or a bottom.
