I could write about many things. I guess thats reflected in the title of this “blog”.
To be honest I don’t want this to be a blog because I feel I have a burning urge to spew myself publicly online, but I want to somehow share my experience without actually writing a book. I cant write a book. I could maybe write a journal, or publish a paper, or article. I have wrote articles and essays and even a dissertation but shit I couldn’t put it all together in a coherent stream of words that would have direction.
That’s because I don’t know what to write about, scratch that I do know what I want to write about, I want to be a jack of all trades writer. I could write about travel, I could write about my life, I could write about work, or society. I could write about love and gender, I could write about sexuality, relationships, friends and people. I could also write about food, films and daft things that I say or do. I could write about my past, reflect on my experience.
I could write facts, my opinions or rants. The point is it would become aimless. I could write articles or be funny or serious or melancholy. I could be aimless and have no direction. I could be open or anonymous. I could criticize or condemn or be controversial.
I could and should and might do all these things, then again I might write one post and forget about this. I might be the only person to read this, maybe lots of people will read it, maybe all my friends will find it and read it or maybe these words will never be seen again.
Thats the point though isnt it, about this, my life and the world. No body knows what happens next. However there is an old saying in Social Work… If you don;t write it, it never happened.
Oh Whilst I remember, where possible i will anonimise myself and others due to my occupation and due to what might be the personal nature of my past.