I have been sorely tempted, of late, to moderate some stuff on here. Tempted but, with two very specific exceptions, i haven’t succumbed. My hope is we can keep it that way – though i strongly suspect that the very fact of my posting this post might just lead one or two folk to tweak my nose…to see how far they can go before i hit the roof.
Because, of course, the prob is that this blog has metamorphosed over the last year or so. It began with a very personal journey and, while personal stuff will still go up here, it is going to be much more removed from the day-to-day experience.
How could it not?
Early days of transition are always a bit of an Alice in Wonderland experience – and if the blog once read a bit like “Jane does nail polish”, then no apologies. Because every new experience was a new experience and i am sufficiently in awe of life in general to sit back and write about my amazement at each stage.
But we’ve moved on. I am still in awe. But the things i am in awe of are more complex. I have friends asking much harder, more intimate questions like: “will you?” (Meaning, of course, am i sufficiently fascinated by the process of heterosex to drop my customary reluctance to get close to men and sample the delights of the hairier gender).
Quite personal stuff, too, about feminine hygiene, body shape and the like.
Yes: it will all still go up here, no doubt causing intense puzzlement to the more exalted types (MP’s and the like) who now read me for the serious political content.
And because the audience is wider, bigger and also motivated by the politics of it all as well as the personal (which i have always seen as intimately entwined anyway), there are people posting here who i’ve never met in my life. No longer can i text someone who asks an odd thing and say: “what are you going on about?” or “have i offended you?”
Because people read this from everywhere and nowhere.
Which is probably good in one sense: for in its origins, this blog was always about communicating a very particular experience and where possible helping others to understand.
That said, one or two comments have been getting a little iffy. Tart (in the acid sense of the word).
Anyway. I’d rather not censor, so i’ll try and set out a few guidelines here.
I don’t mind acid. I won’t even object to personal attacks on me – though i may occasionally defend. Mostly i won’t, though. I see little point in getting caught up in that sort of silliness.
I won’t tolerate direct personal attacks on other people, though, and so far, that’s the main limit that i can imagine my applying (apart from the obvious: i have been rejecting spam for ages…all those comments which are barely disguised links to sex sites or similar).
I would rather people weren’t cruel about others (see above).
Also, i won’t get involved in endless essentialist debate about what it constitutes to be a “real” anything – whether we’re talking woman, lesbian or trans person. Life’s too short – though i will object to the practice where it becomes cause for discrimination.
Otherwise, i’ve chopped two comments (out of nearly 2,500) which have caused distress to people already in the media and/or which could have led to further press intrusion. And i chopped two comments which were later subject to police inquiry.
Oh, yes: i’ve had the odd stalker over the last couple of years, as well as a few threats.
And that’s about it.
Moderation. For me, that is more a way of life than a technique. I hope others will appreciate and abide by same.