I'm Getting Naked

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Not that everything I do or say has to be sexual, but... Blame it on my culture. When I used to get together with my friends, back home in Canada, we'd talk (en français) raunchy and really lay it all out. It was fun. We laughed. We drank. And we bonded through our revelations.

If men only knew...

But this title is in honor of Kelly from Naked Girl in a Dress. She is celebrating her 2-year blogaversary. Go over and tell her happy birthday! You'll love the depth of her posts and her honesty.

In the nature of going naked, I'm in the process of coming out. I'm growing so tired of the multiple accounts, the names, the login/logout games. Bleh. Tired, tired, tired.

I talk about it here, at Studio 30+. I've been doing a lot of maintenance work, stuff you probably haven't even noticed. (Oh how I wish you paid more attention! Muwah!) Taking the trash out, mainstreaming my look, creating a new blog for my writing prompts (on WordPress: yay me), updating my personal online resume to blend in with my branding and just getting ready to out myself.

Eeeks! (Covers her face with both hands but still peeking between two fingers.)

I need to figure out the logistics. The guy who is my best friend, who is also my husband and the Captain of my boat (that sounds too deep and metaphorical and other kinds of ical's I don't even know about) has asked me to remain a level of privacy. I owe it to him to honor that request. So as I figure out the how-to's and what-if's, I'll be making changes, testing the waters, playing with links.

And it may be time to lay Nikki Rules to rest. She served me well. She helped me air out the trash, she helped me grieve, she helped me accept the stuff I never should have done by embracing who I've become because of these things. It's time to bring Marie out of the closet and allow her to shine.

Like my mom once said (who never throws out compliments just to be nice, who actually very rarely throws out compliments for whatever the reason): "Marie, every time you walk into a room it's like the lights suddenly just got turned on and the sun started shining brighter!" But in French. Of course. So parts may be lost in translation.

I am Marie. And I am happy you are here.