Networking.

social networking
new circles intertwining
nothing is withheld

Yesterday I recieved a Facebook request from my uncle. It got me thinking -- of course I have to approve him, but who else did I have that is family related, who could also be reading this fascist rag? Probably more than Im aware. Not that there is anything wrong with my blog -- it's well written and informative, current with today's issues that impact my life, and from time to time, the lives of others. It should be a compulsory read for all!

The fault here is probably again my own. I mean why would anyone be writing about half the things that I do, unless of course they were diggin on dudes from time to time? The reality of who I choose to sleep with is really of little consequence to who I am as a person; I've really had no need to include such trivial aspects of my life with those I'm not sleeping with because in all seriousness, it's none of their business.

The lifestyle choices you make and who you decide to make aware of how you're conducting yourself on the daily grind is so incredibly transparent on the internet. How many of us will make pages using the same username that a quick google search will easily organise for any curious online stalker? I know I'm guilty of it -- are you? Think about it.

With the overlap of MySpace, Loopt, Twitter and Facebook -- my blog has become a focal point for anyone trying to figure out what goes thru my head. I still think the map is rudimentary at best, but there are sufficient clues that any domesticated chimpanzee could easily assemble -- perhaps it's as easy as square peg In square hole, but I'd like to give myself a little more credit than that.

Granted it's not as if my blog is a collection of erotic movies and home made porn photo sets, I save that for xtube! But even acknowledging that could be problematic! Imagine holiday meals and the topic switches from baby Jesus to how I could change the lighting to maximise the glimmer of the nut just as the money shot lands on my chest?

Who am I kidding, we all know it'll end up on my lack of abs. A boy can dream!

Since before reality TV, people have been engrossed in the daily happenings of regular people. Take Twitter for example, I have people following my "tweets" and I've no clue who they are! I'm guilty of a similar action -- studio porn is great, but my friends naked is much more erotic... Figure that out! I think it's because it gives my peculiarity a small glimmer of normalcy.

Regardless, social networking sites overrun with my family or coworkers aside, I'd do myself a disservice by keeping all this shit in my head -- I've done it for long enuf as it is -- a new era has come -- fuck the world, all eyes on me!

Yo no se de ella ni por myspace...