A friend of Baron XIII's tells the following story about himself:
So I was walking home from work the other night, and I passed by this whole bunch of schoolkids--maybe eight, nine years old. And out of nowhere, they start booing me. Like, hissing and really reacting bad to my being in their line of sight. This kinda bothers me--makes me think. So I keep walking, getting pissed off, and I turn the corner, and this bunch of bikers passes by me. Looking up, I can see them waving at me and I realize they're a bunch of dudes I know from an old DJ'ing gig. So I smile--wave back. I'm still a little pissed off about the kids having booed me, but it was nice to see some familiar, smiling faces to lift my mood.And that's when I realize--"oh yeah--I'm a dirtbag."
I think I've only recently internalized that I'm a dirtbag--or at least that I seem to play one on the internet. Take a look at my Tumblr page, if you will. It's a wasteland of nun smut, hot rods, macabre art, and what I'll politely call "erotic militaria." This represents a portion of what I'm interested in*, but it paints A Very Particular Image for the casual viewer. It's not that it's an inaccurate image, it's just that it doesn't display, say, my love of adorable cat pictures or my quest for recipes that involve artichokes**.
*Help--I've been working Corporate for too long! I'm visualizing everything in the form of pie charts.
**I won't brook any disagreement on the topic of artichokes. There are two kinds of people: Those who like artichokes, and those who are WRONG.
Tumblr is full of weird crap, only some of which I know anything about.
The Dirtbag Moment*** occurs when someone I know (who is likely a much nicer person than I am, and probably not a dirtbag at all) re-blogs a stranger's photo of a kitten doing something particularly heartwarming, and my clicky-finger goes directly to the heart-shaped LIKE THIS button. But I hesitate--the original, unknown-to-me poster will be able to see that Tenebrous Kate, this Queen Dirtbag who posts nothing but kink and occult weirdness all day long, is enjoying his or her kitten picture. If I click that LIKE button, a connection will be formed, and I'll have unintentionally made someone's day a little squickier even though my interest in the aforementioned kitten picture is really entirely innocent.
***That shit is COINED, bitches.
I guess the takeaway is multi-fold:
- Just the act of placing an image/link/thought near other images/links/thoughts gives them new meaning. Frequently, this new context adds fascinating layers of significance to those images/links/thoughts. And sometimes those meanings just wind up being kinda weird and distasteful to other people.
- My interest in your kitten photos is entirely innocent.
- Oh yeah--I'm a dirtbag.