So, I was asked to be FEATURED WRITER OF STUDIO 30 PLUS. Ok, I may have lost my mind and let it go to my head. Because I started to take pride in interacting with people I had not met. Like my opinion or little note on their writing could be of substantial value.
I found a newly subscribed blogger. She was brilliant. She was crass. She told it exactly how she saw it… what was not to love? She was writing about an inflatable sheep and a Montana Handshake. I was intrigued: I read, I laughed, and her writing became a part of me. I posted:
“Unknown blogger, I think I love you in a way that does not incorporate bodily fluids.”
She responded with, “I think I love you too.”
Next day, we IM’d a deep intellectual conversation. The kind of conversation I don’t usually get in Nowhere, Wy. Yes, I noticed the conversation was very “gay” friendly. And even thought to ask: “are you gay?” But then I asked myself, why would it matter? She is fun, funny and I really like talking to her. And hell Sadie, you fly the rainbow flag, you wear comfortable shoes and you even piss glitter.
So I sent Cal a link. She confessed later that she was too busy to do the research.
I thought long and hard about the conversation this new blogger and I had had. I was so moved by her words, her wisdom, her strength, humor and BRAINS. She had asked if I had seen what she posted back to my comments. No, I had not. So I rushed to my writing room and realized my faux pas.
I have to stop drinking when I write.
When what I REALLY WROTE WAS: “Unknown blogger, I think I love you in a way that does incorporate bodily fluids.”
“What did you do?”
“I swear, I thought I said; Unknown blogger, I think I love you in a way that does not incorporate bodily fluids. I forgot to type the NOT.” I said half ashamed, half loving the new blogger.
“Did you break up yet?” he asked.
“No, I will go break up with her right away.”
And in true honest form she sent me back an email that said, “I am straight, but I think it is hysterical that you over-analyzed this situation. I can see this keeping you up all night with worry.”
And it did.