Personal Diaries - Who are They For and What to Put in Them?
A Personal Diary Entry of A. Margaret Jefferies (1912-1992) - Trip to Nigeria 1951I kept a diary when I was in high school. And when I lived in Paris. And China. And a couple of times since. Got a whole stack now that go up several feet when piled up!
I thought the idea was to be able to be absolutely straight forward about everything. But, particularly looking back over some of these volumes, I understood I had constructed various versions of myself and the way I see the world. And came to the conclusion that I had practised the necessary self-deceptions we all do to protect ourselves from ourselves.So, in Christopher Isherwood fashion, I started to try to peel back these illusions on an inward journey. And I think I'm getting closer to 'the truth/a truth' about myself/myselves.
So I have good reason to continue some kind of personal writing.
I did think that blogging was the diary mode of the C21.
But I know now I'd bore you all to within an inch of your lives with the kind of stuff that fascinates me, about me. Of course I know there's a generality even in specific and individual experiences. And don't get me wrong - there's still tons of intimate and uncensored personal stuff I want to put here. But I just realize it's not every thing. Or even very much.
But I hope what I manage to put here will excite the organ between your ears ... as well as a the organ between your legs!!!
one month in paris, first time - what a total blast - my envy is just going wild! and i'll miss your delicious 'comments' but hope to hear from you when you get back - you'll be dying to pour bits of your trip into expectant ears - and mine will be willing - a very very bad pun! when do you go?
ReplyDeleteJune, with Spring in the air and all that, hopefully warm enough for Parisians to start showing a bit of skin on public places. Paris-Plage is not until July or August, methinks. 'Me' may be wrong.
ReplyDeleteTremendously looking forward to the whole experience (or multitude of experiences?) and since I wouldn't want your ears to burn (I'm guessing they don't burn easily, at least not with the tame yet unedifying pleasures I foresee) I'll probably mail you. A lot. I'll miss your blog, but we'll always have some (now smoke-free..) Parisian Cybercafé, I trust. Miss my comments? You are too kind, and I feel very flattered. Not a bad thing, just a somewhat rare one.
Thanks
june can be (wonderfully) hot. and i'm grateful you'll mail - i'm a good correspondent (said modestly) and can give 'helpful hints' about places to eat, venues to chase (and catch!) gay men .. blah blah ... if needed. i used to live in Montparnasse (a year) and stayed in the gay epicentre of Le Marais in 2003 for a few months - one of the 'liveliest' areas - a zillion clothes shops of the moment (and not even a moment ago) - lots of gay cafes to hang during the day ... . and right in the centre, next to isle de la cite but on le rive droite.
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