Pinch yourself... it's not a dream! Look, real proof that I'm still alive!
I offer no apologies for my month-and-a-half-long absence, and yet that's exactly what brings me back to cobble together another soliloquy. I'm beginning to see a sociological niche that's ripe for observation, you see, namely the online habits of the modern transgender soul-searcher. For example, just recently I was granted the epiphany that I'm not the only one who pulls disappearing acts on the internet.
Look for yourself. There are oodles of personal blogs out there that haven't received updates in months - years, even - which lately has made me curious to know why. I could make a dozen guesses. I could put together what I know about myself, and about people in general, and come up with the same thing that anyone else would:
- We're not all natural-born writers. In fact, coming up with something new to say on a frequently regular basis can become quite a chore, a mentally exhausting feat that we weren't actually prepared to embrace.
- The work we put into our blogs exceeds the reward. None of us get paid to ramble on about our thoughts on gender, and even if we did we would certainly feel discouraged if people rarely or never responded. Few people can literally inspire themselves to create. Personally, what drives me to launch these missives into the webiverse is the hope of stirring up interactivity. Without feedback, why bother?
- Eventually the thrill of baring our soul to the universe dwindles. When you've sat on a mountain of repressed desires and stoppered a sea of bottles full of confusing, conflicting emotions, there's nothing like letting it all out. The internet allows us to share our most secret selves in a [relatively] safe and [mostly] anonymous social environment. But after the fourth reiteration concerning the reasons you started dressing as a child, or another pro/con argument listing the ways you'd come out to your family if you could just build up the nerve, the experience just tastes stale. And, if we're honest, we miss the rush of probing the uncertain waters of ultimate freedom with our freshly-painted toes. At this point, talk ≠ walk.
- The online transgender experience just isn't enough. Face it, there's no substitute for getting out and about in a new dress, new heels, and a new hairstyle. It's a straight-up fact that most of us are here because we have nowhere else to go. Still, even fans of the Travel Channel get fed up with watching other people living their dream of seeing London, Paris or Australia, enough to get their asses off the couch and onto a plane. After staring at hundreds of photos of other people having a good time, can you blame them?
What'd I miss? I guess there's always plain boredom. We as a species easily grow out of our new toys. Speaking of human fallibility, laziness could also factor in.
Oh, and that most cunning demon that plagues the textual communicators of the world: writer's block! Right now, some poor T-girl has rings under her eyes, trying to summon just the right words to express her limitless admiration for 50s style halter dresses.
|It's so hard to write when "At the Hop" won't stop playing in your head.|
As I mentioned, mere conjecture is the name of my game today. I've seen plenty of abandoned blog sites and message board identities this past year, but when they're as scarce as they come I really don't have any way to ask them, "So where have you been?"
All that said... What's my excuse?
Summer vacation, darlings. I've been off since early June. And I don't go back to work until mid-August. What with all the back-and-forth goings on that summer demands - beach, movies, friends, house cleaning, etc. - my time anywhere near a computer has been limited. Also, the other lady of the house (snicker) also has time off, so I haven't been quite as "in touch" with my feminine identity as I'd like. Anyway... hey! Now that I mention it, I've overlooked a really great reason people abandon the internet:
- They have a life. Hey, it's been known to happen.