Objectivity

I’m trying to see myself objectively, and I have problems with it.  The other day I realized how odd my living situation would look to an outsider and it just kinda made me draw a breath and take a step back for a minute.

Living my life seems so normal.  Looking at it… that’s a different story.  That’s one reason why I write – so that I can re-read what I’ve written and try to read it as if I’m reading someone else’s story.  That way it all hits a lot harder.  Objectivity, that’s the key.

I am a part-time business student.  I am on the board of directors for two non-profit organizations.  I am the new marketing consultant for a local small business owner.  I am the owner of a promotions company.  At least once a month I am a professional dominatrix.  At least once a month I am an independent escort.  I am a left-leaning activist.

I am a dyke.  I am kinky.  I am a daughter, a sister, and an aunt.  I am a very understanding yet unreliable friend.  I am someone with very little free time, and what free time I do have I waste away surfing the internet.  I am a sex activist.  I am a business person.  I am diplomatic.  I am a pothead.  I am fiercely independent and rebellious.  I am ambitious.  I am hidden from my family and friends.  I am private.  I am out-spoken.

I am my own person, I am comfortable in my own skin, and I am proud.  I am strong.  I am who I want to be, and I’m not afraid to show it.