So I log. Because that’s how I roll. I don’t journal well. I don’t care to call what I do journaling (even though that’s what it is, I simply don’t care for that classification. As though somehow classifying type of journaling (writing; anything. Everything) somehow matters? As though to brand it, makes it easier to ~to interweave an example ~ tone police and produce an elitism where there not need be. To draw straws (I’m one of many talents) a journal, somehow distinct from diary if only because males do one and not the other, is, at its core, BASED ON THE SAME PREMISE. But that ‘males’ are the default and somehow ‘neutral’ -the word journal appears more and more on notebooks, gets more variety while diaries remain on the whole, pink. And sometimes sold with a lock and key. We are kept silent while being the gatekeepers of secrets. That ‘neutral’ term, by the way, is composition. It’s such a good thing blogs aren’t gendered (real or imagined). Except for the initial choices of theme...
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