Finding Jody: The Kickoff
Dearest friends, fans, loved ones, lost ones, and anyone else who might stumble upon this blog,
I've decided to start over.
Previously, the purpose of my website blog was to express myself as a writer--to share things I thought friends and fans of my writing would like to read and know about. This go-round, I'm making my blog from me, for me, about me--all of me, not just the writer part. I hope you're okay with that. If not, no worries. It'll be okay. For both of us.
From March of 2020 to March of 2021, the bulk of my writing and research focused on my memoir Dalliances and my attempt to figure out my sexual past so that I could forge a better sexual future for myself. During those twelve months, I read a lot of books that opened my eyes, not only to the sex and sexuality boxes I'd been trying to live in for the past four decades but also to lots of other square holes I've been trying to fit my circular, gooey, evolving, unique self into.
This reboot of my blog is for you, but it's also for me. Maybe more so for me. Maybe not. We'll see.
For the next twelve months, I want to write posts/anecdotes/quips/rants/essays/poetry/etc. about finding myself--I'd say rediscovering but I'm not sure I've ever really known who I am. Deep down. For reals. Not without viewing myself through the filters of others. And even if I did, it was so long ago that she's been, sadly, long forgotten.
I'm scared. I'm excited. But most of all, I'm ready. Forty-four years in the dark is long enough. I'm ready to trip into the light. My light. Fantastic.
P.S. I'm going to leave the "old" posts here on the off-chance that someone might want to peruse them and/or I want to link to them when answering inquiries from fellow writers and creatives. Thanks for understanding and navigating around them; they're still part of my story and of me. I don't regret them, not at all. :-)