Beginnings

This post is addressed to an audience of imaginary readers right now, and that's fine by me. Liberating, even. Because I have another blog, one on which I'm not anonymous. One that some people actually read, and one on which I censor myself and make sure I won't embarrass or offend anyone. That's the blog my mother reads, and comments on anonymously, which seems unfair. And although it's dedicated to one of my biggest interests, I find that all of that censoring starts to get a little old. Sometimes I want to swear in cyber space like I swear in real life, even if my father reminds me that "ladies don't curse." And that's a problem. But I don't want the burden of people I know reading over my shoulder in this space. So this space is for me.

I'm a graduate student, I live in urbanmetropolis USA, sometimes I'm an angry feminist, and I think that's endearing. At least, I think it's important.

This echo of a big, empty space is refreshing. But conversation is always more interesting, and maybe one day that will happen as well. But for now, I'm happy with the room to move around.

So I'll end this introduction now and think of something worthwhile to post, for real.