I finally got clumsy and Mom found this blog.
I'll admit this is a panic response, but right now I have no cope. I don't know what I'm going to wind up doing -- I know I can't post as openly as I used to knowing my mom is looking. But I did like having a place that people could find -- heck, this is how I found most of you.
Might go Typepad and just keep everything separate from the shop blog. I don't know. Not thinking about it right now. Not thinking about the Talk that is likely to follow from this. Not thinking, cos if I do I'll throw my guts up.
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speaking the truth, even when my voice trembles
a journal of a bisexual, bigendered, polyamorous, Christian woman trying to figure out
what it is
God has in store for me
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- Kate
- Hoping to hit the road in an RV with my two cats and my business, The Vagabond Tabby. I'm getting really, really tired of waking up in the same place every morning.
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3 comments:
((((((Kate)))))))
*hugs* sorry it turned out in that unpleasant way...
Thanks, guys. I haven't heard from her yet and I wonder if I'm going to. My sister says she only looked at the first page but my header is sorta incriminating.
I suspect she'll pretend she never saw it. Which leave it to me if I'm going to bring it up -- which I should -- but I don't know if I _can_.
Cranky, cranky, cranky.
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