Blogging
is a form of nudity, but not for every “body.”
My own body may have to grow some new bits to get me into the swing of things
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“A hard beginning maketh a good ending.”-- John Heywood
IT IS AN INVASIVE world. So why would you want to put
yourself out there and appear to invite penetration?
That’s the double-edged dagger that is
Social Media interaction: as you swing for the fences you’re going to have to
fend off some Joe Blow taking a swing at your heartwork. When you write for the
public, the public tends to take a turn in your ass. I had forgotten this.
Ambivert, I, had to retreat from blogging
to think deeply about whether I was up for this kind of exposed, asking, naked
writing effort again in my lifetime.
See, writers do not just fall upon ideas. We
are pushed. Life moves us. Things happen in the world and prod us, spur us, goad us into telling. When something wounds a
writer, rather than rant and reach for a gun, we may pull out some hair then
reach for a pen. If there were more writers in the world, there’d be less
murders.
About two months after I began blogging, I
saw that someone had listed near my original blog url hyewonhai.blogspot.com and blogname Live Naked As We Came, the title offer:Live Naked Pussy.
Live naked pussy is easy enough to promote
on the Internet, so why would someone need to take my “hyewonhai” to pitch it?
Horoscope for everybody: People will mess
with you, especially if you’re “out there.” I faced my share of quack attacks as
a newspaper columnist and TV host.
Sacred profaned
Mr. (Or Miss) Live Naked Pussy probably didn’t even think once, much less twice, before
trying to ride my wave and befoul the water. What meaning would “hyewonhai”
have had to such a person?
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Then ignorant Mr. LNP decided to stank it up, with no concept of how this
word came into being. But hey, we all forget that every action has consequences.
Still, whatever Mr. LNP reaps will have
nothing to do with any dread thoughts from my direction. He made his bed; as I
made mine ... by blogging in the first place.
I should have taken more time to think
things through. I see now: just like the newspaper columns I used to write, blogging
is for the brave. Blogging takes balls.
Anatomy aside, I am remembering how to swing for the fences. Jump back! Poppa’s
got a brand new bag.
COME GOOD
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| Fooled ya! This pic looks like its offering up something else entirely. No Live Naked Pussy here. Need some Orbitz for your eyes? |
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