A month or so after I started this blog, I decided that I would use my full name in my profile.
One of the reasons I list my full name is that I stand by what I write in these posts. Obviously, with things like Fratboy Friday and My New Imaginary Boyfriend, this blog is more Hot House Video than Huffington Post, but even though most of my opinions aren't highly political, they are still my opinions.
And frankly, for a shy, fat little Southern boy who never stood up to fag-bashing bullies and who never raised his voice in anger or even in disagreement because of his fear of conflict and the need to keep everybody happy - - for that kid to grow up, form his own opinions, write those (possibly unpopular) opinions down and then, sign his name to them and claim them as his own...
Well, I think I've come a long way, baby.
That's why I'm not overly upset when someone disagrees with one of my opinions on this blog. Even when the person leaves a comment that attacks me, mocks the things I enjoy, belittles my work and accuses me of being a pedophile.
This is a comment that I received regarding my dislike of Facebook's 25 Random Things...
"How ironic, since your blog is basically a glorified status update, generally saying the same things over and over.
"Robin fetish, how loenly (sic) you are, how your acting career is retarded childrens shows, and your sexual preference, which so far, seems short on sex with underage boys.
"I guess if people can get their fix with facebook, it takes attention away from you. Waaa waaa."
When I first read that, all I could think of was that line from the movie Roxanne where a guy calls Steve Martin's character "Big Nose" and Steve says...
"What a waste of an opportunity! Well, I mean, you've got someone standing in front of you with THIS, and all you can think of is 'Big Nose'?!"
Big ass, bald head, pasty skin. Come on, buddy, I'm giving you SO much to work with here!!!
And while I disagree that my posts are nothing more than "status updates," if this person has read so much of my blog for so long a time that they can identify the recurring themes of my work, and yet, they don't enjoy what they've read, then why do they continue to read it?
As for the second paragraph, I will admit that I'm a comic book geek with a bizarre attraction to the Boy Wonder and my theatre career has seen better days, but my sex life has never and will never include underage boys. If this person had ended that sentence a little earlier, as in "...your sexual preference, which so far, seems short on sex.," they would have been three for three.
It's so funny to me that people don't think I know the bizarro, messed up world that is my own life. Yes, I'm a geek, I'm gay, I'm single, I'm lonely, I've gained weight, I'm bald and my career is in the toilet. But I claim each and every one one of those things. They're all me. They're mine to be sad about and mine to laugh at.
The person who left this comment read those things because I wrote them. They can't hurt me with them because I've already claimed them.
But the person who left the comment above didn't claim their own words or opinions or personal attacks. They chose, when they left the comment, to be "anonymous."
And that says more about that person than all the posts in my entire blog say about me.
P.S. I'm off to change my status message on Facebook to "Stop getting your fix on Facebook, it's taking attention away from my blog!"