Hello, Goodbye

Recently, Debauchette reprinted a comment I made on her blog a while back, and some of the traffic she’s been getting recently has made its way to me.

First of all, I want to thank some of you for the nice entreaties you’ve made for me to continue writing.   But I don’t think I can.  First, I’m not sure that I’m cut out for the blogging lifestyle.  Autobiographical blogging requires a certain solipsism to be done on a continuous basis, and I’d much rather read and write about other people.

Second, my boyfriend “found” my blog - not that I didn’t make it easy for him to do - but he’s not completely comfortable with my past and certainly not comfortable with me writing about it in the present.  I don’t want to make the rift between us even wider.

I still stand by everything I wrote, so I intend to leave the blog here for the time being.  I’d like to wish Debauchette all the best.  She’s an enormously gifted writer, and I fully expect she’ll surmount this difficult situation and go on creating a (sexy) body of work that only gets better and better over time.

We Americans are a strange people.  We buy Abercrombie and Fitch thongs designed for ten year old girls, but when adult women make adult choices about their lives, we’re up in arms, Taliban-style.  It doesn’t make a whole lot of sense to me.