It has come to my attention that many of you are confused about:
a. my identity
b. my motives
c. my gender
a. I am temporarily masking my true identity because–well, because I find your confusion entertaining. What can I say? It’s cheap fun.
b. My motives are pure! If you think my entries are a backhanded way of airing YOUR dirty laundry in public, you’re sorely mistaken. It ain’t my fault if my life lessons parallel yours! (Got that, Mr. Police-Raid-on-my-House?)
c. Unless this picture is of an overdeveloped monk with inordinate estrogen levels, I think my gender is an obvious thing.
And speaking of genders, here’s a question for anyone who cares to answer: if the choice were yours, would you rather be male or female–and why??
One kind reader suggested that I make this an advice-weblog…a kind of cyber-Dear-Abby. I suggested back that there probably aren’t many readers out there who would venture to ask a nameless writer about existential, relational, or trivial issues. I was told not to underestimate this modest readership… So here I am offering my services (though I guarantee neither wisdom nor wit!). If you have a question, an issue, or a dilemna, feel free to leave it for me and I’ll do my best to address it intelligently!