EDIT 2: Now my intro has a picture of a shetland pony on it instead of my face. Terrific.
EDIT 1: This is muh fashe. I would show you how stacked I am, but I don't have any good recent pics of me and my #boobs atm.
Heyo! It's always difficult for me to write an intro like this. To summon the words from the void and bring them to bear on a blank white window. However, it tends to be once I find my voice, then I start humming along and the words simply flow from me. (I love hitting Flow) Someone else posted on here about the purpose of steemit being, at least in it's current iteration, a place for people to tell their stories to the world. To be #authentic, creative, and honest with no judgement. Okay, maybe I made up that last part (no judgement) from the my closet optimism, but hey - let's give it a shot and see what happens here.
This is my first post here. I learned about steemit (is it all lowercase? Mixed case? Someone please solve this enigma for me!) a few hours ago. I was at work. I was chomping at the bit to get home and see what it was all about. During that time, my brain was whirling over what I should offer the community. I have a short book of #poetry. I have loose pieces of poetry. I have a script for a play (unproduced). I have the script for a movie that's based on a book that I loved when I was a kid - that I probably shouldn't post because of copyright issues. Let's nix that one. I have photography. And I have myself - I have my every day hum-drum weirdo amazing extraordinary boring roller-coaster #life. I could write a #blog. The blog of a half-made woman.
So, I saw that post. And now I feel like a jackass for not taking down his name. I didn't even upvote him! I DON'T KNOW HOW THIS THING WORKS. So, to random guy who said heartfelt things and imparted to me the impetus to put my shit out their for the world to rate - a heartfelt thank you and I hope to come back around and upvote you. Eventually. Some day. I'm kind of a jack ass sometimes.
I like lists. I'm going to use a #list to introduce myself. I'm going to list a whole bunch of stuff about me RIGHT NOW in fact. And it will be completely honest. Except for the stuff that I have to smudge, obfuscate, and obscure to keep my job and save my friends, family, and acquaintances a whole lot of heartache and embarrassment. (really - so I don't get sued).
Ready? You sure? There's gunna be some crazy shit in here! Okay? Let's pull the trigger, bitches!
If you've made this far: you get a pony*! It's fun to write like this, and I sincerely hope y'all enjoyed my post. If I get enough upvotes, I'll be back to write some more like this from the deepest darkest reaches of my mind and heart and guts. I know you've always wanted to know what I'm thinking when I look into your eyes. You know I know. Yes. I will also answer questions sincerely. Want to know how weird it is to have to wipe away sweat from under your #boobs? Or how parenting drives you nuts but it's one of the most rewarding endeavors evar? Why my cat has a ghetto name and why it's butt pie? Then upvote this thang and post a question below!
Skky out.
*Disclaimer: Pony is not actually real.
