Why We Blog

We blog for different reasons.  Let me tell you about my reason.

I like to create and enjoy artistic experiences. Exercising creativity on subjects close to my heart nurtures my soul. I explore feminine activities I've been kept from most of my life and find deep personal meaning in them.

Having a blog enables me to do this. It also allows me to share the results of my effort with you. You give feedback on them and I benefit from your thoughts. It's a win-win.

My favorite blog-post of all time is when I sought to experience what a prom is like, wearing a fancy dress and posing elaborately. That "prom project" was great fun and had profound meaning for me.

Two weeks ago, another brilliant idea popped into my head for a whimsical photoshoot. The idea goes beyond my normal outfit-posts; it revives an ancient legend that resonates in me. I realized I can use this idea to generate joy for both of us. You will be entertained by the playfulness of the result; I will receive bliss from the process of creating it.

Implementing the idea has been hard work. For two weeks, I planned, schemed and devised ways to accomplish difficult tasks. Ironically, that work has been fun. Effort at our jobs is usually joyless; effort at our hobbies is immensely enjoyable. I'm not sure why that is but I experience it often. For example, while I bitterly resent getting up early in the morning for work, I will gleefully arise at dawn to go on a motorcycle trip.

I grasped that implementing my idea would be a two-woman job. By necessity. The idea requires performing multiple tasks and there is only one me. So I enlisted my friend Michi to help with an important task I can't perform (photography) while I struggle to do the one I can (modeling).

Yesterday, Michi and I spent the better part of the day devoted to these tasks. We collaborated and exchanged ideas while realizing my vision. Michi made innumerable good suggestions and she enhanced my thoughts. We worked for hours in her spacious Brooklyn photography-studio. The project was physically strenuous: I pulled a muscle in my shoulder when contorting my body into a twisty pose and today I'm still picking fake-eyelash glue off my lashes. Looking down at residue of nail-polish in my cuticles gives me satisfaction as a symbol of the extensive effort I put into this venture.

I have no notion of what we achieved since I haven't viewed the images captured by Michi. She assures me they are worthy and I'm eager to see them. Right now, I'm basking in the glow of the experience. I'm proud of conceiving a fun idea, performing 14 tasks to implement it, and devoting real effort to bring the idea to life.

Why do you blog?