All right, Digital Self fans: here’s the deal–
This blog? It’s my rhetorical Voltron.
It’s a space where all the disperate parts of my self combine, where my “complex identities”–as Rainie and Wellman put it in Networked–build themselves into a sword-wielding whole:
Ok, the sword’s sold separately. But you dig what I mean.
This is a space, an electronic place, where I write through all the different kinds of shit that makes its way through my head without bothering to gloss over the borders, to make myself into a coherent, heterogeneous entity.
Oh no: you can still see the seams. Each of the robot tigers, yeah, they’re distinct–and yet connected–here.
- Blue Tiger: fandom studies scholar
- Red Tiger: slash fic writer
- Black Tiger: teacher of writing
- Green Tiger: rhetorician, political junkie, cultural critic, at worst
- Yellow Tiger: daughter and griever and would-be seductress, all
Look: this is a space where I write, period. For good or ill, nsfw or not, this is where I invoke the Goddess Rhetorica and use her for my own devices.
I’ve thought long and hard about what it means for this blog to be public, to be linked in any way to my official identity as a scholar, natch. And to date, my response has basically been: fuck it.
But I suspect this course will make me [has made me] have that conversation with myself once again: what does it mean to be Catchclaw and KT, all at once?
For now, though, don’t be afraid: sometimes a sword is just a sword.