I write a lot

Taking a glance at my blog, I see I've written 71 entries this year. 72 including this one.

At first I was shocked, how could I have written so much? But then I remembered, I'm used to doing this. I've been writing down my life and thoughts since 2006 and posting it online. This may be my first blog, but I had a journal on a website that got a lot of views and replies.

Unfortunately that place is gone now, taking all my posts with it. Most of it was depressing rants about how shit my life was at the time. At least I have some positive things to say now. I keep thinking, what would those people think of some posts in here? They would have seen not only my gender transition, but my transformation into an almost completely different person. Judging how the rest of my reality took the changes, I'd drift from most of them and find a new audience.

I sometimes feel the need to write a small part of my history, involving my first love, just to re-immortalise it somewhere. It seems a shame to let something like that slip into obscurity when it occupied a defining time in my life. Maybe one day.

I really enjoy writing. From what I've been told, people enjoy reading what I write, which is good, but I'd still do it even if it was hated, I'd probably just do it in a less public space.