Something I've been finding interesting as of late, is how much the lines of what is public information and what is kept private are blurred. I was raised, as was Master, to believe that one kept as much of one's personal dirty laundry inside the house as possible.
Sounds odd coming from a blogger, I know. However, the travails of our relationship, details of our medical histories, petty arguments with others and grievances at the "scene" in general or certain people specifically don't usually make it into my writing. I'll admit to the occasional lapse (see my post about gossip below) but for the most part, I don't write blogs about you if I'm angry at you. I either deal with it in my own head (or in my private personal journal) or talk to you.
What amazes me is fetlife. The way it is set up, I see everything posted by those listed as my friends. Everything. So if they post about their partner having erectile dysfunction, I see it—as does everyone on their friends list. I'm not a fan of this feature of fetlife mind you—it kind of forces you to create a dummy account to ask serious and delicate questions without the Entire World knowing that you are having problems. Or, in the case of so many people, you just don't care.
If it weren't so breathtakingly inappropriate (at least in my own opinion) it would be funny, and well…sometimes it is.
But what really gets me are the ranty things. I'm a fan of a good rant, don't get me wrong. If you could read my personal journal, oh goodness. But, that is the beauty of a private journal. It is private. I can re-read something a day or two later and think…wow, I'm glad I kept THAT to myself. I can rip out the pages, shred them and flush them down the toilet, and nobody will ever be able to read them. Because with a day or two perspective (or even an hour or two sometimes) I find that I am calmer, clearer and more coherent...sometimes. But not on the internet. You can take down a post, take down a comment, take down a picture—but on the internet, nothing is ever really gone. Someone might have saved it, and sent it along to God Only Knows Whom. Having said this, I do have some identifying pictures of myself, and some kind of explicit ones posted on fetlife. It is a risk. But, I'm not doing anything that I'm ashamed of. I'm not saying anything I will want to take back later. And—more importantly to me—I'm not making Master look bad, embarrassing him, and saying things that reflect poorly on him: things I can never fully take back once they are out there. Pandoras box if you will.
Other folks don't see it this way, that is clear. And I'm certainly not trying to be judgemental, just not sure how comfortable I am with so much oversharing. Thoughts anyone?
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