Posts Tagged ‘me’
[NON BLOG] Hello from me, 21 times
I would like to say hello. I have been gone from here a long time, I think, the longest break I have ever taken from blogging.
What have I been doing all this time? In the main, I have been trying to live my strange new life this 2020 as best as I can. This includes thinking seriously about what I want to do with this space, and its neighbours. 2020 is many things, but one thing that it can be is a vital space to look back and reflect. (At least it can be those as fortunate as I to be able to use it so; I acknowledge my privilege.) This is going to be a year of transition.
In the meantime, I would like to share with you twenty-one selfies, taken by me in the course of my day-to-day life, at work and at play, all but one within the borders of the city of Toronto. (Oh, borders are things we have come to know too well.)
My last selfie is an unmasked one. Resolution aside, I quite like the photo that my Echo Show 5 took of me.
[PHOTO] Me, shorn, at Queen’s Park, 7:22 pm
I really should have gotten an electric shaver before now.
(Yes, I am no longer offering sacrifices of my blood to the blood gods. I am now inclined to believe that these did not work. That said, if anything goes wronger still you now know who to blame.)
[PHOTO] No rules
At least I can wear sandals all the time.
[PHOTO] Me at 22 (#meat20)
Low-resolution as it is, I think that this photo’s flaws does a great job, if inadvertently, of exposing who I was at that time (September 2002) and in the years before. (I took this photo from my archived personal website, here.
I had only come out to myself in February of that year. That only came out at the end of a long process of very careful development that I did not recognize at the time. Me at 20 was 60 pounds heavier than me as of this picture (30 pounds heavier than I am now). I was hiding, from myself, from others within my carapace of flesh, to an extent that I was literally not capable of understanding.
There are certainly things that I wish I had done better; hindsight exists. Still: That me at 20 did as good a job as he could of surviving, and deserves credit for that. Me at 40 would not have existed without his efforts. I’m grateful for how I survived me at 20; I’m grateful to have been able to become me at 40.
[PHOTO] Blurry selfie, with portrait of Shakespeare
Shakespeare died a month ago. (Well, a month ago yesterday.)
I am fine. It is just–well, what a month this has been.
This has been a very weird experience.
[NON BLOG] Two selfies, before and after
On a lighter note, it has occurred to me that if I want to test-run a change in personal appearance, now is a great time to do so. Who will see me in real life, after all?
Opinions? I like this new look.
A Bit More Detail 