25 Aug 2010
Hestia and.....social networking car crash
I'm not really sure how I did it, Viv sent me a link and I just kept pressing buttons and typing in my url until it made a connection.
And now I'm feeling a bit....exposed.
I kinda live my life in little compartments, do you?
There's the island compartment where I scuff about in jeans and trainers moaning about the weather and the lack of pomegranate seeds in the supermarket; there's the family compartment where I am a slightly stand-offish daughter (self preservation, man) and a loving (if slightly vague) sister; the Tarot Chairman - where I am both vague and scuffy, yet also managing to convey a sense of serenity and good sense (stop laughing at the back there, I can SEE you Viv!); there's the sequin and sparkle of the burlesque-lover....and God knows how many other odd little masks that people know me by - an old school friend, old work colleague and....most terrifyingly of all..... old girlfriend.
By linking this blog to my FB account, my vanilla life and my other lives have suddenly been tossed into a Large Hadron Collider and now Dark Matter has been created. I'm not sure that I want Hestia sucked into a black hole....
I mean, people who believe that I'm really quite sensible now know that I actually threw a party for a 2-yr old pain au chocolate. And that he is STILL living with us in the bread bin. And that he's called Kevin. And that their CHILDREN come into THIS house where I'm the notional 'responsible' adult.
*low groan and gentle banging of head on desk*
There may be unfortunate repercussions for me after making this FB link. In fact, they've already started
Scarily, an old flame (whom I love to BITS) posted on my FB wall that he had spent a happy half hour reading some back postings on here. FUUUUUCK!
My arse and guts immediately went into a lock-down spasm and I have been frantically scanning old posts wondering whether I've said anything unpleasant/libelous/mad...delete as appropriate...about folk that I know on FB and all I can say is *in a big loud voice that stretches all the way to Mexico* YES, of COURSE the lovely Tertarus is the LOVE of my life....and it's not ANY of the three chaps (whom I haven't spoken to in about two decades) who have now e-mailed me to enquire whether it was actually one of them.
Do I have the courage of my convictions and keep on blogging as Hestia AND leave the FB link in place?
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