Only Partly Uncensored

Closed for Renovations

In Mouthy Broad on February 18, 2013 at 11:32 pm

If you look around a minute, you might notice a thing or two missing.

Or, well, about 544 things.

Every post I’ve ever written – poof. Gone. Vanished into the ether.

Not deleted. Just set to private.

Because it came to my attention today, in a very forceful fashion, that I’m not safe here. Just like I’m not safe at work, or at home, or at the grocery store, or at a Cub Scout meeting.

A restraining order is just a piece of paper, after all. A flimsy remnant of a dead tree, that tells one specific person how to behave, or not to behave. It doesn’t mention their family, or their friends, that get sucked into the whole sordid story with what pass for good intentions.

I was told today, in a very forceful fashion, that this blog is harmful. To me, to my son, to other people in our lives. I was told that it was unnecessary; that I shouldn’t want or need it.

I was told, officially and officiously, to sit down and shut up.

This is my temporary concession to that instruction, but I never have been very good at doing as I am told.

I’ll be reviewing each post I have ever written, individually. Every word I’ve ever archived here under my little illusion of anonymity. Those that seem innocuous, safe enough, superficial enough, will get reposted publicly. You know, the ones that can’t possibly misconstrued to have been about you, or you, or even you.

The rest will just have to stay buried beneath the rubble that is all that I’ve left of my privacy and my dignity.

Watch this space, kittens. I never did know when to just lay down and die.

Oh, and P.S?

No one would have ever known that they were about you, until you started screaming it out loud, in public.

Well done.

  1. You can always password protect, and only send the passwords to the readers who request/that you’re okay with. A friend of mine is doing the same. Don’t let them stifle your words!

  2. Sweet Thing: I’m here. I’ve got your back, and we’ve got this, Babe. Bases covered, and not a fuck to be given.

  3. ::hug:: I wish you the best lady. I know there’s not a thing in the world that I can do to help you out there, but know that good thoughts are sent your way, and your family’s way as well.

  4. I wish I were shocked by this but I’m not. Password protecting is a good idea. Or you could start a new blog and only let people know about it personally by email or something. Or go to one of those less well-known blog sites. I’ll message you a link to one. This is just nuts.

  5. I don’t know how I missed this except that I’ve had a million and one things going on and I’m in the middle of starting a new blog and when I went to link yours, I found this. I’m sad. I’m so sad. I feel as though I came upon you sitting in a well-lit room with duct tape across your mouth and I’m not allowed to come near you to rip it off and let you scream your outrage. I’ll scream for you. Can I scream for you? I hate this. Find a way to buck the system, love…your voice should be heard.

  6. So sad this is your reality. I dont see how/who would feel threatened by your blog but I do hope things get better for you and your family. Always love your reads.

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