“We are who we pretend to be, so we must be careful who we pretend to be.” — Kurt Vonnegut “Mother Night”.
I’ve had some interesting comments on my article about “Enclosure” that deserve some discussion – mainly because I’m surprised that some people are in the same situation that I am.
I’m not especially kinky myself, but I can relate because even though I’m using a pseudonym and am completely anonymous, I still hold back from posting some of my most personal thoughts and feelings for public consumption. Whether because it wouldn’t fit the image I’ve created, I don’t know.
This was in response to my concern that one of the groups in which I post seems to be overwhelmingly “vanilla”, and I’d found that this made me hesitant to initiate non-vanilla topics.
For some value of “vanilla,” obviously.
And echoing my own thoughts was Val, who wrote:
I can relate to the “enclosure” concept…
Although I blog only [semi-]anonymously, I find myself trapped by self-censorship ALL THE DAMN TIME; yet that’s one of the reasons I STARTED a blog in the 1st place!?!?
I’ve been perusing other blogs and I’ve noticed a few comments similar to those above, but I think that Val nailed it above: Her blog was supposed to be her freedom from self-censorship, but almost two years of journaling have made her more, not less protective of the impression that she gives to others.
Yes, that’s funny, isn’t it? Despite the anonymity of the internet, we develop personas and become so attached to them that they become virtually indistinguishable from our actual selves. I’m not talking about keeping our names hidden to avoid trouble with our families, friends, jobs, social networks; I’m talking about the way we – I – have invested so much ego into these electronic facias that those personas end up being just as closed off, hidden, private as we are at home or at work.