What about a spanko blog, Mr Vonnegut? Does that count?
I love reading blogs. I love writing in my blog. Being a person who has always seen the value in keeping a journal and has done so for many years, I find blogging to be a truly wonderful thing.
When I was a small child I had the chance to meet Kurt Vonnegut and in my most serious seven year old voice, I announced to him that I wanted to be a writer and he gave me some advice.
Actually at seven, I wanted to be a writer (for National Geographic) along with a rock star, an astronaut, a secret agent and several other lofty and very exciting, ass kicking type professions-notice I never wanted to be a ballerina, or Miss America....I was the ultimate tomboy....I wanted to *do* shit....not sit around and look pretty. Later in life I learned you can do ass-kicking shit *and* still look pretty. And if you take that logic one step further, you can kick ass and still look pretty. If I ever have a daughter, I will teach her that.
Mind you, I will go on the record saying that I know ballerina's and Miss America's for that matter, do not "just sit around and look pretty". They do shit too. But a 7 year old girl usually doesn't imagine herself being a ballerina and actually having to work....she wants to look pretty in a tu tu. Hence my point.
Anyway, back to Mr. Vonnegut. He gave me, the budding continent-hopping reporter some advice. Advice that I actually took to heart. He said "If you want to be a writer, you have to write". That sounds so simple. And come to think of it, he could have been just being really patronizing. Who knows. But for the sake of the way I remember it, I will stick with the idea that he stated a complex idea in simple terms. I think he wasn't just referring to sitting down to write novels, or poetry, or great epic works or stories to be published. I think he was referring to writing. In general. Putting thoughts on paper. That is how I interpreted it.
And so I did. I wrote. And wrote. I wrote about everything. What I had for breakfast, a critique of my favorite cartoon.....when I go back and reread them (yes I still have most of them!) I laugh when I run across a completely filled page, front and back....a rambly dissertation....in very large cursive scrawl....on the blueness of some woman's hair at the grocery store. At first I wrote because he had told me to write and being 7, I was very literal (hence all of the time describing "blueness"-I guess I was practicing my observation as well as descriptive skills?).
But over time, my journals became my voice. I didn't write just to be a writer. I wrote for me.
Now, I write to give order to my world. To understand myself and this confusing thing called life. In my head, things don't seem clear....they seem jumbled....large...and confusing...my thoughts flit about. When I put them on paper though, they are manageable and concrete.... and more importantly, they are still. I have captured them by putting them on paper and they cant flit around in the deep recesses of my mind anymore...staying just out of reach.
Journal writing? It is therapy, a forum for exploration and discovery.....and it is also an archive of my growth, written down and kept for prosperity. It is sacred writing. Important writing. Because it is honest writing. Raw and emotional. I am writing for me and me alone. I can be free to express things without worrying about how they will be received or whether I will be judged. I am truly free to just ...."be".
I think that is what blogging is as well, yet is it even more than that because it is a public forum. And I think in a weird way, it gives me "writer's discipline". This isn't some notebook where I scrawl a random thought here or there, something that I tend to do in my journal, not giving any energy to punctuation, or sentence structure, or even organization for that matter.
Because of anonymity, I am free to just "be", but the idea that some unknown....."someone".....may read my thoughts, encourages me to write more clearly. More disciplined in fact. I think that is it actually. The public forum gives my sacred personal writing.... discipline. How cool is that? :)
And blogging about the kink? About spanking? Yeah, that's where it's at for me. Writing about an aspect of me that is so deep, so entrenched and yet so publicly misunderstood by those not called by the itchy, bottom tingling or palm scratching urge, is essential for my own growth. I need to write about my spanko-ness. I really don't have a choice. I am looking for answers and I am on a journey....and I am recording for prosperity like I always do.
And reading other spanko's sacred writing? Their honest writing? Well, I don't feel so alone. Or weird. There are others out there on their own journeys, struggling along just like me, looking for answers. And really? In some way, I am comforted by the fact that they don't have the answers either. Because there really aren't any answers. It is about the journey. And sometimes it takes catching a glimpse of someone else's quest to remind me of that.
So yeah. I love reading other people's blogs. Watching their journey unfold , cheering them on...in silent support, hoping they find whatever they are looking for. And most of the time I either learn right along with them, or they act like a switch signal on a railroad track.......diverting my train down a path I have yet to explore, and I find that amazing, truly amazing.
When I was a small child I had the chance to meet Kurt Vonnegut and in my most serious seven year old voice, I announced to him that I wanted to be a writer and he gave me some advice.
Actually at seven, I wanted to be a writer (for National Geographic) along with a rock star, an astronaut, a secret agent and several other lofty and very exciting, ass kicking type professions-notice I never wanted to be a ballerina, or Miss America....I was the ultimate tomboy....I wanted to *do* shit....not sit around and look pretty. Later in life I learned you can do ass-kicking shit *and* still look pretty. And if you take that logic one step further, you can kick ass and still look pretty. If I ever have a daughter, I will teach her that.
Mind you, I will go on the record saying that I know ballerina's and Miss America's for that matter, do not "just sit around and look pretty". They do shit too. But a 7 year old girl usually doesn't imagine herself being a ballerina and actually having to work....she wants to look pretty in a tu tu. Hence my point.
Anyway, back to Mr. Vonnegut. He gave me, the budding continent-hopping reporter some advice. Advice that I actually took to heart. He said "If you want to be a writer, you have to write". That sounds so simple. And come to think of it, he could have been just being really patronizing. Who knows. But for the sake of the way I remember it, I will stick with the idea that he stated a complex idea in simple terms. I think he wasn't just referring to sitting down to write novels, or poetry, or great epic works or stories to be published. I think he was referring to writing. In general. Putting thoughts on paper. That is how I interpreted it.
And so I did. I wrote. And wrote. I wrote about everything. What I had for breakfast, a critique of my favorite cartoon.....when I go back and reread them (yes I still have most of them!) I laugh when I run across a completely filled page, front and back....a rambly dissertation....in very large cursive scrawl....on the blueness of some woman's hair at the grocery store. At first I wrote because he had told me to write and being 7, I was very literal (hence all of the time describing "blueness"-I guess I was practicing my observation as well as descriptive skills?).
But over time, my journals became my voice. I didn't write just to be a writer. I wrote for me.
Now, I write to give order to my world. To understand myself and this confusing thing called life. In my head, things don't seem clear....they seem jumbled....large...and confusing...my thoughts flit about. When I put them on paper though, they are manageable and concrete.... and more importantly, they are still. I have captured them by putting them on paper and they cant flit around in the deep recesses of my mind anymore...staying just out of reach.
Journal writing? It is therapy, a forum for exploration and discovery.....and it is also an archive of my growth, written down and kept for prosperity. It is sacred writing. Important writing. Because it is honest writing. Raw and emotional. I am writing for me and me alone. I can be free to express things without worrying about how they will be received or whether I will be judged. I am truly free to just ...."be".
I think that is what blogging is as well, yet is it even more than that because it is a public forum. And I think in a weird way, it gives me "writer's discipline". This isn't some notebook where I scrawl a random thought here or there, something that I tend to do in my journal, not giving any energy to punctuation, or sentence structure, or even organization for that matter.
Because of anonymity, I am free to just "be", but the idea that some unknown....."someone".....may read my thoughts, encourages me to write more clearly. More disciplined in fact. I think that is it actually. The public forum gives my sacred personal writing.... discipline. How cool is that? :)
And blogging about the kink? About spanking? Yeah, that's where it's at for me. Writing about an aspect of me that is so deep, so entrenched and yet so publicly misunderstood by those not called by the itchy, bottom tingling or palm scratching urge, is essential for my own growth. I need to write about my spanko-ness. I really don't have a choice. I am looking for answers and I am on a journey....and I am recording for prosperity like I always do.
And reading other spanko's sacred writing? Their honest writing? Well, I don't feel so alone. Or weird. There are others out there on their own journeys, struggling along just like me, looking for answers. And really? In some way, I am comforted by the fact that they don't have the answers either. Because there really aren't any answers. It is about the journey. And sometimes it takes catching a glimpse of someone else's quest to remind me of that.
So yeah. I love reading other people's blogs. Watching their journey unfold , cheering them on...in silent support, hoping they find whatever they are looking for. And most of the time I either learn right along with them, or they act like a switch signal on a railroad track.......diverting my train down a path I have yet to explore, and I find that amazing, truly amazing.