What is the joy of creating a new avatar to try to escape your reputation as a poet?

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Giggles=sputters

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I used to use a character avatar dressed in a peach colored dancing dress...

I kept getting rude emails from guys who thought I was like 16 or something even though I said my age....

I went my own ugly mug and the rude emails stopped!!!!!!


hahahahaha

I occasionally change it to a black cat but never for more than a couple of hours....

I like that you brought this up. Those who change their avatars all the time, it is really hard to see your name when scanning down the thousands of writers here,

staying with one avatar is a good way to keep your friends happier

*HH--don't change yours, I wouldn't be able to stalk you as easily---giggles*
 
My friends are all playing avatar games. It seems such a fraud to me to just create an almost identical avatar and try to escape your past.

I want to be loved so much I am going to run away from my own identity. Does that make better poets?
I mean don't get me wrong, I am uglier in real life than my avatar, but I am not going around being Hiram-etta and hiding from my critics and friends alike. I am just mad that I was grieving poets were were just f-ing with me and not really going anywhere. It makes me mad (but glad that they didn't leave at the same time. Luckily I am good at mixed emotions.)
WHO were, not were were.
Some folks (two specific come to mind,) did the grand exit thing and were (or are) back under slightly assumed names but with their OBVIOUSLY them style of poetry, and I been given GRIEF for reacting to their "passing" and then I am supposed to rally around the new name or whatever.

I love reindeer games and all but a big pffft! to that shyte, is what I have to say.
 
I am me.. always am ..
I have one alter identity that I morph into when I am feeling attacked and fragile. It is a totally different account and I go there so rarely I forget I am there now. However I have had personal attacks from one or two maybe more on here, and my true identity being right out in the open exposes me.
I do not want to escape my reputation, I am not an escapist.
I simply need to breathe in without being asphyxiated as myself.
If you think I am ugly or beautiful I do not care, beauty is skin deep and youth is eternal if we choose to hold onto it.
oh crap
this has turned into a sermon.
maybe I should give up writing poems and become a lecturer.. (not bloody likely)

Have a Hug on me HH.. I laid Maddamselfly to rest some time ago, and all that left are her blue wings and my blue eyes..
 
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