I've recently been realising that my online presence is distinctly fractured. This might reflect certain aspect of my Real Life (TM), but that's not what I want to address here.
I have my facebook in my real name, with my real life friends and family. Plus a handful of people I barely knew from school. You know how it is.
There's Maytheweed in whose guise I write this blog, inhabit a couple of forums (though somewhat intermittently recently) and I would say is my general 'online persona' in that she's actually most like ME. Not shinied up too much for family or professional reasons. Ok of course I'm writing, therefore I'm 'creating' rather than being entirely spontaneous but I'm not a hugely spontaneous person. Maytheweed is me. Maybe a little braver than me in real life. But still me.
There's another blog I run, which is professional and has an associated (recently acquired) twitter account. It's still me, but professional me. No swearing (ok maybe the occasional 'bloody' or 'bugger' but nothing I wouldn't say in front of my boss), no complaining about my boss, no sweaty Pagan porn. Ok so there's no sweaty Pagan porn here either. But here I could. If I wanted to. It's ok I won't. Probably.
So along comes Pinterest. It looks interesting. But you can only sign in with a Facebook or Twitter account. WTF? WT sweet crispy F? My Facebook is personal, it's the real me, the family and friends edition (no contact details though, I'm not that daft) and so, no offence, I don't want to connect it to my Maytheweed blog. I could create a special Maytheweed facebook I guess. But why? And again I could create a whole seperate Twitter account, even though personally, I really don't see the fucking point of Twitter, except as a promo tool. 140 characters of poorly edited shite mostly, I fear.
So perhaps there are too many different 'mes' online which perhaps is a reflection of too many different 'mes' in Real Life (TM). Oh dear. Existential angst ahoy. Or not existential actually because I'm pretty damn sure I exist. It's just there seem to be more than one of me. Arseburgers. Now I confused.
Have you got more than one online self? More than one real-life self? And how the feck do you reconcile them?
I think I'd better go look for sweaty Pagan porn. It's about all I'm capable of right now.
4 comments:
And this is why one shouldn't hit 'Publish Post' while drunk.
I do find it amusing that in a spontaneous drunken post I claim not to be spontaneous.
Sweaty pagan porn? Do tell! I once stumbled across some kind of "adult" graphic novel set in ancient Rome, a page of which someone had uploaded to their website (possibly illegally, I don't know). I've no idea what the rest of the comic/novel was like, but the page uploaded was about political intrigue taking place at an orgy... which seemed to include most variations I could think of as background.
Hmm I didn't find sweaty pagan porn but Literotica has such a variety of text based porn I'd be surprised if there wasn't some. The problem is the large quantity of shitty writing you have to wade through to find something readable...
I don't suppose many people read porn for the quality of the literary craftsmanship.
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