So I’ve joined the world of blogging. Xanga for grown-ups or something like that, isn’t it?

Well, to start out, I chose the blog title “Speaking for Myself” as inspired by Imogen Heap’s 2006 masterpiece “Speak for Yourself”. I first heard Imogen’s music back in 2006 as I was graduating from high school, riding on a bus to the Rocky Mountains. It’s a gross understatement to say that the album, and Imogen’s music in general, has made quite an impression on me. For the first time in my life the world started to seem a little more alive than it had. I felt a little more alive. The opening to “Headlock” still gives me chills every time; “Hide and Seek” entrances me for hours though I’ve had occasion to hear it hundreds and hundreds of times.

Thankfully I’ve changed some since high school – and through all the changes, Immi’s music has been a sustaining constant through this time. Something about her mind-blowing creativity (go see her live if you doubt this), her quirkiness and self-assured style make me want to be something more.

“Speaking for Myself” is an apt title for my blog. As I’ve grown up a little, I’ve learned that I’m happiest when I’m myself. I guess it’s something you learn from years of trying to find your place in a heteronormative, upper middle-class, evangelical milieu.

Where other writers have outright rejected their faith, their socio-economic background, their family upbringing (I’m thinking of Andre Gide’s: “Families, I hate you”), I accept this aspect of who I am and I’ve been lucky enough to have an extraordinary family.

My background has formed me but it doesn’t define me. I don’t belong to any group. I speak for myself. I’m from a white, upper middle-class background but I’m headed towards the path of downward mobility. Fast. I grew up in a very religious family and although I haven’t rejected religion, I don’t belong to any organized group. I attend church sometimes, I read religious texts sometimes. My sympathies are strongly towards agnosticism. I’m queer, but I don’t belong to subculture. Most of my friends are heterosexual and, in a lot of ways, I’m OK with that.

In short, I value my voice as an outsider, as someone who doesn’t fit inside a box.

As of the end of 2011, Speaking for Myself is increasingly becoming my apolitical, “This is what happened to me the other day, isn’t life funny” blog. To see me get angry about political/religious shit, head over to Queerrant.

Happy reading.

*Updated 10 November 2012