If you’ve meandered over to this page in search of articles about safe sex or about non-latex condoms (which is still my most popular post to-date) over the last few days, and found that the site has been inactive, I apologize.
I almost never censor myself but in this case, felt that things needed a quick fall cleansing. That has now been completed.
Just a few reminders before I return you all to our regularly scheduled programming (and for some of you this is going to be very boring… sorry) –
This blog (if you didn’t already know) is about MY experiences, MY impressions, and MY analyses of the people and events that have come into my life. It is, also, designed to be a continuation of the books I am diligently writing (sometimes – when I’m not busy living the life I’m documenting), as the content in the books predates the content in the blogs (but marries up eventually when the timelines meet).
Project TMI is, in essence, a memoir – albeit one that is written, often, in (near) real time as opposed to one that is composed years later when the author is on her last legs and all the supporting characters have gotten dementia or died.
For those of you who are confused about what constitutes a memoir, per Dictionary.com, a memoir is:
“…a record of events written by a person having intimate knowledge of them and based on personal observation. Usually memories. An account of one’s personal life and experiences; autobiography.”
Memoirs do not need (and generally don’t contain) historical sources – that would transform them into something else entirely. (Though, as a trained historian, if I need to cite a source, I can assure you I’ll cite it correctly.)
Memoirs also do not require input from any individual OTHER than the author of the memoir to create the narrative. As the definition suggests, the narrative portion of this blog is based on “personal observation.” Should others choose to add their input, suggestions, feedback, remarks, complaints, defenses, etc., it is up the author, to publish it (or not), as he/she sees fit. This isn’t a stage for a debate.
Most authors of this type of content do not include real names or places (unless the places are so large – like a big city – that maintaining a degree of anonymity is not difficult to do). Hence why I use nicknames for my characters. Some of them are silly and may be based on hobbies, or generation numbers, or funny words that are relevant to that person, but they are always vague enough that they’d be difficult to identify or to track down by anyone who doesn’t know me personally.
And even if you know me personally, you know that I almost never use full names. Even in conversation. This is both to help me keep track of the character’s moniker, but also to preserve the privacy of the real person behind the moniker. That’s not to say that I don’t have close (VERY close) friends who know exactly who’s who, but they are few and far between. True identities die with me (unless you choose to out yourself… then that’s on you).
Fortunately, the setting for these narratives has been almost exclusively located throughout one or two very large metro areas, making it possible for me to keep some realism in here among the fiction. So if you went to Tampa, for example, and looked for… I dunno… the Westshore district, or a parking lot in front of a certain Dillards… or The Pub… they’re real places. You probably won’t find the people at that location anymore (most likely, unless you just got really, really infinitely lucky – and if you ARE that lucky, you’d be better served playing the lottery than trying to find us), but that’s kind of the point.
So while you are reading through my memoirs, perusing my memories, laughing at my antics… know that these are recollections as I remember them. I fully acknowledge that there are always three sides to every story – mine, theirs, and the truth. And every writer (even researchers with their quotes and historical evidence) has his or her agenda. That’s what gives it a purpose… a “why.”
What’s mine? Why am I doing this? The “why” is the same today as what it was when I started this thing eight years ago – to leave something behind so that I can go back later and read through it all. To remember what my thirties were like. The good and the bad. And to that end, when I write these, I try to be as close to that truth as possible though, of course, details are often left out in order to be concise. And, again, they are my memories. The way I experienced them. How I felt. What I was going through. It is impossible for me to write it from anyone else’s perspective. Hence the term “memoir.” And if you’re reading this, well, you’ve chosen to come along for the ride.
And so now that we have it; I’ll return us back to our regular programming – writing whatever the fuck I feel like, when I feel like it.