“Just call my name and I’ll be there…”
BlogHer is less than 2 weeks away and I have to tell you that the prospect of “revealing” myself is becoming a tad unnerving. It hit me recently that there is no way to attend a blogging convention and remain anonymous. You might be saying, “Ummmm, yeah…duh” but I really didn’t think about it. Not that I need to keep my identity a secret. I mean, I’m not Micheal Jackson or anything (hee, hee) but it’s safe in here under the faceless Mommak blanket that I’ve covered myself with for the past 2 and a half years. Quite cozy.
How does one go about stepping out of that closet after so long among the empty hangers and stale dry cleaning? I guess they get on a plane and meet up with hundreds of other women who love to do the same thing. I just feel kind of silly. I mean there is no way in hell that I’m going to introduce myself as MommaK. I’ve been over that name for years now. So, I’ll tell them my real name and they’ll look at me like “Who the hell are you?”. Truth be told, they may do that anyway. I’m no superstaaa in this here blogoshere but I’d hate to have to keep explaining myself. I’m a bumbler by nature as it is.
Sooooo…I’ve been thinking about just cutting the cord, taking the plunge and coming clean here first. Many of you show your face - why shouldn’t I? What do you think? Would you care if you found out that, after all this time, I am indeed a middle-aged (somewhat) black man?
Let me know. I’m serious here.
First, that is NOT a middle aged (somewhat) black man. I don’t know WHAT that is anymore.
:giggle:
Second, heh you better come out of the closet, how on earth am I supposed to share photos of us getting liquored up if I have to blur out your face?!
:winking:
As long as you’re not THAT (somewhat) black man, I think you’re safe. I’m not going, and I ‘m never going to go, but if I were I’d print up an ID card with my header and my blogging name so people would at least recognize the blog name, if not you.
Here’s what we did last year: Wrote our blog names on our forehead REAL BIG in Sharpie so it wouldn’t wash off all weekend.
I can’t wait to see you like that.
It is a pretty face…
:yahoo: Go get ‘em girlfriend. My nouveau doggie has adopted my teddy bear as his chewtoy. Such is life with animals.
But didn’t we get a glimpse of you last summer (I think) in the pictures of your family reunion (or whatever it was…my memory is terrible…it was a beach thing).
If I were going to Blogher I’d love to meet you, but somehow it never occurred to me you hadn’t shown your face somewhere. Wear a Mardi Gras mask and put your blog name on your shirt
You look lovely dahhhhling! No reason to hide! You might want to bring a rear-view mirror so you don’t moon-walk into anyone!
When I found out you were early 30’s I was so shocked. I had this image that you were pushing 50, an older mother who taught Jazzercise perhaps sported teased hair and wore a kelly green unitard. Now, I know you’re a hot babe who is in shape enough to teach nine hundred exercise classes a day.
I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOUR FACE! I wish I was going to Blogher for that sole reason!!
I look forward to hearing how BlogHer goes.
I AM SURE THAT YOU ARE SUPA DUPA FLY! Show us whatcha got!
We know you have a fabulous body and gorgeous hair, so how bad can it be?
Yikes! That was a very scary picture! Thank God you don’t look even slightly like that. I say, keep your identity a secret, it’s fun looking at the creative ways you stay hidden.
u luk prettier than what i had imagined…happy moonwalking into the Blogher..