I LIKE that Facebook couldn't preserve your privacy if it was life and death actually.
I made a point of blathering on ad naseum about myself on Facebook. I HOPE that Facebook has outed me to whole damned planet.
It gets damned tiring repeating ones self over and over and over and over to the just don't get it crowd.
Stealth, regardless of the reason, and there are many valid ones, is none the less, like preserving a lie, an illusion, a falsehood. And telling us it matters, that one's life might be at risk, simply does NOT alter the fact, that it is still as I said the same as preserving a lie, an illusion, and a falsehood.
It's a story you are constantly monitoring, a burden, a drag, a cross to bear, a hassle, a nuisance.
I'd rather get fired, and be bereft of phoney friends and false family and just be bloddy well done with it to be honest.
I'd rather be f*** homeless and free of the carefully crafted fascade all things considered.
But that's me.
If that is NOT you, that is your life, and you get to choose that path.
It's a road I never plan to walk myself though.
The only people unaware I am Lesley Roberta and female, also have no idea I even exist.
I don't have enough hours in the day to fret over unknown people that might have issues with me and the fact I am a transwoman.
I'll spit on their ignorance if and when it arrives eh.
Not going to lose sleep worrying over future spilled milk.
I know this much.
I have met a wealth of great people since I decided to be the real me.
I'd have never met them, if I had remained a hidden person, an unknown quantity.
Some of the people in my life today, have done more for me in a year, than some of the people that were in my life for decades, and have long since gone for one reason or another.
Sometimes, the people you lose, were never there to begin with.
Sometimes it is a good thing when people are forced to be the people they actually are.