This reminded me of a childhood experience I had. While playing alone at a neighborhood park (with no adult supervision I might add – I grew up in the 70′s -my parents were probably smoking pot somewhere), a group of friends I came upon were playing together and one of them shouts out “Hey Tina, come play on the slide with me”. Hearing my name, I immediately feel a kinship with this girl and want to be friends, so I say timidly “my name is Tina too”, while smiling. Immediately, all the mean playground bitches start accusing me of lying about my name! They tell me she is the ONLY Tina they’ve ever been friends with, no one else could possible have that name, and that my mom has been lying to me about my true name, maybe because it’s too ugly…Being six or seven, and an insecure six or seven, I might add, I believe them. I march home, angrily confront my Mother about her deception and cry inconsolably. Eventually, my Mom shows me my birth certificate (obviously, a fake now that I think about it).

I did feel encouraged to swear it up the rest of the day yesterday with my husband and had a lot of fun saying motherfuckers here and fuck it over there.

I saw your sex topic blog and then i saw 10 sex tips about the environment on some eco-blog site. Did you know there are eco-friendly condoms? Maybe fodder for some jokes. Search for “green sex sins” on the dailygreen dot com site.

Anyways. I still have a real job I’m ignoring. Better go. Later!

You’re an excellent writer – a fact probably related to you about 1000 hundred times by now – sorry, I was late for the party, but if someone would have invited me earlier, I probably would have showed up a more respectable hour late, in time to catch the booze and mini hot dogs before they were gone.

I call myself an abbreviation of my name: Alicia – I go by Ali. A nickname I made up because no one else in 25 years had bothered to give me a nickname and I just wanted one.

In response to your other post – I think blogging is important for just connecting as you put it, with those people who read you and you never know came or went – but it meant something to them. And well, its obviously theraputic on the out going side as well. I’m new to the community and pleased to meet you.

Ali P.

Then around 7th grade, people realized my name backwards is “haras,” pronounced either “Her Ass” or “Harass.”

Fucking middle schoolers.

Then those bastards fired me. (Had nothing to do with the blog. Had more to do with the revolt I almost caused. Unintentionally, OBVIOUSLY.) Now I’m Sarah. No last name. Because I feel 74.8% of girls born between 1980 and 1990 were named Sarah.

Except now I’m putting pictures of myself on my blog, so. . .

But, the swearing thing . . . in real life, I muthafucking swear like ain’t nobody’s bizness and get creative with names — randomly refering to people as “turd slurper” when they aren’t looking. But on the internets, everytime I post something like that, my father sends me a DID YOU SEE WHERE SOMEONE LOST THEIR JOB or WAS SUED or CONTRACTED HERPES FOR INAPPROPRIATE BLOG email? So, I try to curb it because I haven’t decided that I am okay with being responsible for causing his coronary one day. But I am working on this. Because motherfucker is my favorite word and this must be resolved.