About

OK, so guess what?

I wrote my old ABOUT page before I had written a single post. I knew what I wanted to write, but I wasn’t sure about how I was going to go about accomplishing that goal. I was worried that people would get their feelings hurt.

And so I said this . . .

No promises are made as to truthfulness or the accuracy of recollections or depictions of events, and in some instances enormous (and generally self-serving) fabrications will be woven amongst the honesty.

And guess what?

That right there?

Has turned out to be the only untrue statement I have ever made here on Pretty All True.

Because, people?

This shit is true.

It really really is.

Everything that I write here on Pretty All True?

Is pretty all fucking true.

And if you have been reading along with me, and you haven’t figured that out?

Don’t share that piece of news with me, as I will think less of you.

Now . . . I do have something to say about truth.

And that?

Is that it turns out there is no one final version of the truth.

My stories, while TRUE, may not be 100% accurate. These are my stories, from my point of view, and everything I write goes through the interpretive filter that is me.

As an example, I wrote about a childhood celebration at which my father exploded into a rage over a gift we had given my mother. You can check that post out here.

I spoke to no one in my family about writing it.

After it was posted, I spoke to my mother, who remembered some of the details differently. And I spoke to my sister, who reminded me of details that I had forgotten. Both of their versions of this event would have been slightly different than mine, but their versions would still have been TRUE.

There is no one version. No complete and total accounting.

I am more than fine with others seeing things differently. Remembering differently.

I am only able to share here? What I see. And what I remember.

Interpretations of an event depend upon the chair in which you sit to witness the event.

And so Pretty All True is my witnessing.

Of my life.

And it is pretty all fucking true.

Let’s see . . . what else.

Oh yeah . . . the swearing.

In my real life? I am mostly G-Rated. I really am.

I think of my blog as my thought bubbles. And my thought bubbles?

They are filled with swearing.

And so I swear a lot here on Pretty All True.

If that fact is going to interfere with your ability to hear my stories?

You are not my ideal reader.

There’s lots of other stuff out there for you to read. Move along.

Because for me? To tell my stories? To bear witness to my life?

Swearing is required.

It so fucking is.

Also?

I talk about sex a lot.

I like sex a lot and I enjoy talking about it.

Mostly innuendo. But sometimes . . . more.

I am not always appropriate.

Ahem.

If you are a new reader? I am funny. I so am. I crack myself up.

But I am not funny all of the time. And so if you are looking for funny and happen to have stopped by on a serious day? Look around a bit. And read the comments after the posts. I have the funniest, most fabulous commenters in the entire blogging world. And I answer every single comment.

Leave me a comment and you’ll see. I always get the last word.

I am way fucking bossy.

Snort!

And finally?

A word about the logo . . .

The logo for this blog is a figure that appears all over the place up here in Oregon, and it simply means Caution – Uneven Walkway. Yes, they could fix the path. But instead they just make a sign telling you that they have no plans whatsoever to fix it.