What Are You?

I ran across this article yesterday.  I hadn’t really thought about it before, but I have been asked that question an inordinate amount of times in my life.

Like most people of mixed race and background, that is not a simple question to answer.  I cannot simply say something like German or Mexican or South African.  The answer is far more complex.  Even for people of a pure ethnicity I cannot image this question is simply answered either.  There is much more to what you are than the area of the world that your ancestors came from.  Your identity is made up of a wide variety of experiences, preferences, recognized orientations (gender or lack of a commonly recognized one, sexual preference, religious affiliation or lack thereof, etc.), familial groupings, and so on.  Although when people ask this question, it seems that they are looking for specific answers:  race, gender, and/or nationality.

I could answer this question in so many ways.  Human.  Female.  Bisexual.  Atheist.  American (not a particularly proud one).  American Indian, French, German, and many unknowns (my mother was adopted, we suspect based on our physical traits and other facts that we may be Mediterranean, Middle Eastern, and/or African).  But I want to ask in return, why does it matter?  If I answer with anything but human I may be judged.  Apparently I already am anyway, so why would I tell you anything else besides human?

I have no issue discussing “what” I am with people I know.  My story is interesting and varied and has a lot of mystery.  But why does a complete stranger think they have a right to that information?

What do you think of this question?  How do you answer it?

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Friends, Or Lack Thereof

In early 2007 I moved from Arizona to Nevada without any notice or planning.  My marriage had come to the breaking point and the only place that I really had to go was to my mother’s.  I could have stayed with friends, but at the time I had no job or income of my own due to a layoff (the beginnings of the housing crash were the cause) and frankly I wanted to be with my mother.  She had relocated to Nevada with her job in 2003 from the city in Arizona that we had lived in since 1989.  It was not an easy separation for us.  My mom and I are closer than most siblings and have our relationship often compared to that of twins.  The opportunities that this relocation would offer her were not something that she could turn down and although I knew it would not be easy for either of us, I encouraged her to go.  She’s gone from poverty class hourly wages and living in a rented trailer to making $60,000 more a year than she was a decade ago, owning her own home, being able to save for retirement, being able to purchase a new car, and have more comforts in her life.  I followed mom to Nevada because I wanted to be near her and had nowhere else I could realistically go.  At the same time that meant leaving behind my friends and the few family members I associate with and a city that I truly love.

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Super Machine (at least that’s the hope)

Graham built me a new computer.  I didn’t ask for one, he just decided to build it last week.  We had discussed building me one after we discovered the laptop he got me a couple of years ago couldn’t handle the video game I like, but it wasn’t an urgent thing.  He came home one day last week and decided it was time to order the parts.  This baby is awesome.  I put my hand above the at least three inch wide fan on the top and cool air is what is coming out.  Cooler than the room’s temperature.

And then today he emails me this:  “So apparently the motherboard, video card, processor, hard drive, and monitor I bought you have all been nominated for Newegg’s Customer Choice Award.  Can I pick em or what?”

Hell yeah!  Anyone that ever questions why I love nerds and geeks, see above.  It helps that I am one, too.  Look out Minecraft and Bryce3D and Photoshop, here I come to do some heavy-duty processor intensive work.

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Attempted Long Distance Intervention

I’ve described here in my first, second, and third entires that I have an intense interest in learning about suicide.  Let me be crystal clear; I have no intentions whatsoever of killing myself.  My interest stems from personal tragedy.  If you haven’t read the earlier posts, my grandfather shot and killed himself in October of 2010 and then a neighbor did the same a couple of years later.  Because of these events, and the awful things I saw as a result, I spend a fair amount of time reading about suicides, the psychology of being suicidal, the people that are most likely to harm themselves, etc.  I believe that instead of questioning the whys of my grandfather’s suicide, which I feel I do understand, that I question the whys of suicide in general.

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The Boyfriend, A.K.A. Graham*

Not his real name.  (In a continuing effort to remain anonymous and protect our privacy, my boyfriend’s name has been changed.  I will mark any details that I change in a similar fashion.)

I mentioned in my first entry that one of the things that has brought me here to wordpress is the desire to blog about my boyfriend Graham.  There is an almost ten year difference in our ages and I’m the older one.  Honestly this doesn’t make much of a difference to either of us.  After two years I’m pretty sure that if it were going to cause us major problems there would have been an indication.  It works for us quite well.  He’s mature for his age, which makes it much easier for him to encourage me to not work and accept full financial responsibility for us.  Initially I had intended to seek work again after I was laid off, even if only part time work, but he told me I didn’t need to and he didn’t particularly want me to.  It was easy to see just how much healthier and happier I was without a job.  I still may eventually pursue something part time, but right now I am in the process of booking my first paid wedding photography gig (fingers crossed). Continue reading

Article: The Digital Ties That Bind: Love, Loss and Oversharing in the Internet Age

I was reading The Digital Ties That Bind: Love, Loss and Oversharing in the Internet Age and I found that I don’t see things exactly the same way, especially relating to the changes made online after something happens in or ends a relationship.  Callie Schweitzer says in the article “There’s just no way to completely scrub your digital self from a relationship in 2014, no quick way to sever digital ties once they’ve been formed and no easy way to tell your social media networks that you’re no longer together.” Continue reading

Official Hello to WordPress

The first three entries you see here were taken from opendiary.com and the fourth and fifth from Tumblr, which I’ve decided I do not like and will not continue to use.  I deleted that account two days ago.  As of this entry, it is the present.  Hello WordPressers (or however you, well now we, refer to ourselves).  I’m a bit worn out from trying to find a new place for my journal, which I explain the reasons for and the thinking behind in my first entry.

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