I have gotten word that ANOTHER person (different than the other tattler) has gone on my blog, looking for things to tattle about. Two different people, all looking for information about the same person! God, I can't believe anyone's life would be so uneventful that they would spend any time whatsoever looking through this blog for whatever minutiae they can find. If I knew how to put pix on this thing, I would post a picture of a lice comb, 'cause that is what they'd need, and nit-combing is what this all reminds me of. Dear Tattler, I think I have recently mentioned an ex-boyfriend who was a writer. This isn't who you are thinking of, unless you have decided to get upset about things I say about James Frey, Kate O'Beirne, or Dr. Bronner.
Also, there was some talk of the "weird pseudonym" I use. Since this current tattler probably does not know this, I have a book I am finishing called The Strega's Story, thus I call myself Ms. Strega. I choose not to use my real name, even though I would love to (so I can promote my book and my other writing through my blog like my other writer-friends and artists can). Unfortunately, I feel the very strong need to avoid folks who try to go on my blog and pick through it like this. It would be a lot better if I could use my real name to publicize my writing and the book I am working on, but my safety feels more important to me right now. When my book is published, I plan to go public with my name, but by that time, I doubt I'll have the same issues I have now with my current life situation.
At any rate, here is an open letter to both Tattler #1 and Tattler #2: I have the right to blog, to promote my book, and to use whatever pseudonym I care to as I pursue my writing and my life. I would like to say to the current tattler, and all past and future tattlers, that I have the right to post my thoughts here; I am very much against censorship and people using what I say to try and rile other people up. In my opinion, it's silly and it's better to focus on your own problems and try to remedy them, rather than come to this blog for what I feel are negative purposes. The person in question for whom you are trying to find information is someone I am trying to get along with, too, and it is destructive to that effort. I personally don't have the time, inclination, or desire to curry people's blogs for weaponry, so it's always a bit of a shock when I discover this in other people.
And that's all I want to say, for now.
Later:
I think what's most disturbing about this is that I live a life in which these kind of weirdnesses don't happen very much. I move in circles of women who have, as dance teachers, friends, and colleagues, pushed me to do things I never hoped or believe I could do at my age--including being a performing dancer in a very well-respected troupe. I have a circle of women friends who meet at the new moon; we bless each other as a circle, offer up our prayers for the month, and tell each other, "May you never hunger. May you never thirst." This is what I want, on some level, of all my friendships; people who come into my life seeking only to harm and betray have no place here.
Yes, I do have a sarcastic view of the world at times--a world at times so dangerous to life, to creativity, to freedom of expression and hope that it does rile me. I can't and won't close my eyes to these things or be silent about them. There are people who have problems with the fact that I consider myself a hereditary strega, using whatever I can take, honestly and healthily, from my childhood faith, and blending this with my great-grandmother's beliefs, which are deeply rooted in the Italian culture in which I was raised. I was very fortunate to have been raised with this kind of background and am not ashamed to honor it. I guess that, right now in my life, I've created a world of safety and refuge for myself, as well as healthy friendships with people, and when craziness comes to call, it's really weird and shocking--but at least my entire life is not like that at all.
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