It's always been a strange experience for me meeting people in person
who I know from the internet..
I guess it's because I ...like perhaps many of you...
find that my webworld persona is a tad more free
a tad more ballsy (or well in a female way you know vagi-ballsy)
then I am in real life
oh don't get me wrong darlins
i'm a bitch out of hell in real life too
but i've been kicked in the tuchas
in this life and this city
far too many times to count
or bother mentioning
and its made me hmm
cautious
slighly anti-social
and oh
so un-trusting
on the web
i know that even if i offend
horrify
or thrill and amaze you
you will not (hopefully)
be waiting around the next corner
with a plastic blow up doll and a wallet full of photos of me
except of course for my significant other
but she's allowed
anyway
i digress
my point is that
im sure all of us
or hell
at least most of us
live lives slightly or perhaps more than slightly
different from the ones we walk in
in our daily world
maybe we are taller
maybe we are louder
maybe we are sexier
mayber we are none of these things
but just a little more honest than normal
or just a little less?
for me
i guess i'm just myself
completely and absolutely me
but i am myself un-plugged
me without the safety nets
me without the guarded pauses
the questioning glances
the who the hell are you to ask that stance
me as i would have been
if i hadn't been messed with far too many times
and yes
me as i would probably be
with a lot of therapy
hahah
anyway
yesterday i did something that i have only done
3 other times
i met someone live and in person
from the blogger universe
i met dave tepper
from Interrobang
reach over loves and click on Interrobang
but wait till im done ranting
cause im on a roll
okkkk?
i realized that i was nervous meeting dave
because he is a part of my alter-ego universe
someone who knows the un-plugged Rossi
but not the guarded don't fuck with me Rossi
and he is crossing worlds
which did
make me feel a tad
hmm
exposed
there was also the other nagging little ditty
i always feel when meeting net folks
something in the back of my head
says
"what if they're a serial killer?"
so I brought la cubana
who isn't afraid of anyone
from Godzilla to
well
to me
we met at my fave itty bitty
cuban coffee joint
Cafecito
which i've written about
for its velvet lush cafe con leche
that my &^%$#* doctor still won't let me have
aaak
Dave recognized me right away
by my wacky head of unruly blonde mish mash hair
of course
he was with his sister who he refers to on his site as
Bitchy but who was a sweet as southern apple pie
they were both dolls
very polite
very sweet
with a nice southern edge in their voices but not much
within minutes
i felt comfortable
and i realized that dave
was a kind, vulnerable, well intentioned guy
who...like me...
probably felt just a tad free-er in his web life
than in his walking around life
but un-like me
was brave enough to reach out and meet
other bloggers
i'll have a face now to go with his site
a face that i might add to any interrobang readers
has the most adorable baby boy features
and lovely eyes
hey i can compliment him
if i want to
im a dyke
this gives me freedom to compliment men
got it?
anyway
it was great
and he unlike most mortals
was actually able to have
TWO cafecito cafe con leches
this woulda sent me to the emergency ward
with heart palpitations
so whats the moral of the story?
you ask
ask damn it
ask already
the moral is just this
behind these words
that you read on our sites
live people
who are
perhaps
a tad more vulnerable
than the presence seeping through our keyboards
but are
all the more interesting
and all the more wondrous
for reaching out
despite ourselves
ok in english
that means
read our shit
cause we have balls when we write it
anyway
go read dave
in Interrobang land
he's a gas
and damn that boy can hold his coffee!
see ya
