once upon a time I stumbled upon this whole blogging thing via myspace and it was cool because I could say whatever was on my mind (often times risque in social and sexual kinds of ways and even more so politically incorrect) and the beautiful thing is that I did it all under the pen name Libby Red . . . ah yes, those were the days and I realized that in the process of speaking my mind in its unadulterated form I had accumulated quite a number of really good poems that I wanted to publish as a book; knowing that even I had a hard time taking myspace seriously when the suggestion came to start a proper blog I decided to do so. even more daunting was the task of selecting a name and feeling rather bold I chose the best name I could deannethomas.com
I’ve thought about switching things up for fear that I would be seen as taking myself far too seriously but then my renewal date passed and really I realized that this is still the name that I prefer, mine. but what I’ve noticed is that the recognition has left me a bit tongue tied, I’ll elaborate. for the past few weeks months, my voice has been stifled because I just couldn’t talk about what I really wanted to talk about. why? well I never wanted to vent about work and really I don’t like putting out too much negativity because I know that at the end of the day it’s just a passing feeling that will soon be gone as the more popular positive comes back into play. so why put it out into the virtual world to haunt me forever. . . exactly. but the occasional rant isn’t all that I have to say and while I’ve been rather frustrated I’ve also been very hopeful and happy as of late.
translation? I’m a complex creature. sure I love all the creative stuff and I love all the feel good stuff but I also like the really good feeling stuff and I’m more than passionate about life and the way all my senses get to live it. sure you could call me a sensualist and dare I say it a bit of an exhibitionist so really when I stop to think of it I’ve been shorting you guys all for fear that a someone who may have an affect on my paycheck one day will be offended by something that I’ve written . . . yeah, that’s lame and probably unlikely. so while you won’t be reading a sex toy review (even I’ll have to have an alias for that one) you will be reading more posts that are coming from within just as if we were having a conversation about something really random and I happened to get caught up in one of my quasi~rants and just like said conversation I WANT to hear your side of the story so I’m asking you to speak up and type your mind, leaving comments is really easy and I’m cool with you using initials if you aren’t as crazy as I am to put your name with your words.
okay, it’s almost midnight and I do want to sleep but I was thinking that after yesterdays release that I should let you know what’s on my mind.
~de
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You read like a person that has more on her mind than she either can or is willing to divulge. I write too, read quite a bit and these bloggers really irk me at times. So many of you claim to have a voice, want someone to use valuable time to actually sit and read your random, so-called deepest, truest thoughts- what for? Who are you that we should actually listen to a damn thing that you have to say? What exactly are you adding to my day in the life? I could care less about every breath you take…never been a Sting fan either. I want to be stimulated…engaged…made to actually wonder what have I been doing all of my life without this blog?!!! Then again, I did take the time to actually comment on your whiny rants. Perhaps you do have a point. When you find it exactly, maybe I won’t read your crap and wonder WTF? Yet I did have a reaction so even modest success is still like the sun on a cloudy day- I’ll take it.
you’re right, there is a lot more on my mind than I feel that I can write; not that I’m being censored but because of respect. truth be told those same people would probably like to censor me and there in lies the problem. . .
I don’t think I’ve ever professed to posting my deepest thoughts, maybe my truest feelings at that moment on a particular topic and I’d not bore you with when I last blinked or ate a can of soup, unless of course there’s something truly moving about that moment that I feel deserves to be shared. that’s kinda my point, at times this existence can feel so mundane that we actually make it so. I write to express and looking back I can see how I’ve felt my life to be at least a little less ordinary.
sunshine on a cloudy day shines more brilliantly than my dream ring, almost as brilliantly as the love of my mate or a true smile from either of my daughters.
who am I? I’m me and that in and of itself is a beautiful thing; molded by some creative fuckers until I decided to break the mold all together, I’m a force and at times I have a magical touch to all within my reach. I’m alive for the only time that I’ll ever be alive so I’m determined to make it worth while. what makes me interesting, why should you come back again and/or take the time to read? because I have something to say, and maybe you find it interesting, maybe you can tell that my whiny rants aren’t all that I have to offer but still that even they provide some hint of something familiar, or maybe you just feel like making an eloquent rant of your own and have figured out that I’ll allow it. in any case I hope that you’ll come back, I’d like to offer you a little of my sunshine :)