the thing is, it's one thing to out yourself to someone you know, who you know fundamentally loves you. it's another to be outed by someone else. mind you, i'm not in any way saying my owner couldn't have or shouldn't have (in fact, i'm awful proud that he's done it), but it's an interesting place to be when that process includes their knowledge of *me* by default.
kind of like something is being done to me without my consent, or cooperation, even.
so i end up having mixed emotions about it - on one hand, i'm thrilled that i don't have to do the tedious excercise of "hiding" something perfectly natural to myself. on the other, it's a bit perturbing that there are now people in the world who's opinion of me is highly valued that now have information about me i didn't intentionally share.
and on the third hand, it's awfully hot to be used.
i think i'll stick with the third hand.
(photo credit: "insideout" - a stunning painting by deborah poynton.)
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