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Managed Identities

September 21st, 2008 · 6 Comments

A few weeks ago a woman I met in a cafe gave me the keys and directions to her house thirty seconds after meeting me. I was shocked. I mean, I would at least have to hide the sex toys. But that’s how people are in the village. They live in this one small world and everyone knows each others secrets anyways so they just have one identity.

I have never been that way. My friends have never been that way. We are fluent in multiple identites, going easily with each other from one stage name who lives in Montana on a ranch (even though you know she really lives in a camper shell on a pick up and came from a commune in Virginia) to the other stage name who lives in Florida and takes care of her family to another name hanging out with the in-laws who think she’s a car salesperson. We change names as we cross state lines.

I read somewhere recently that this is the only culture that makes people have a constant name and identity. Indigenous cultures have always had ways for people to transform, rebirth themselves, become new roles.

I have always been this way. My friends have always been this way, people who can walk through realities with you and love all your identities and never mix them up in public.

Last night I got an email from a guy who saw me after work at a coffee shop. How, I emailed back, thinking maybe I did something stupid like go out in rhinestones and fake lashes and bum clothes. But no, he just saw me and thought, “gee, that looks like a hobo stripper.”

So much for no face pics.

This morning I woke up and took Bro for a walk. The guy on the corner (“HUNGRY VET”) offered me a couple beers. “I don’t drink,” he said, “but when I’m on this corner people give me beer.”

“Yeah. The guy here yesterday had a sign that said Why Lie? I Need A Beer.”

We laugh, Bro gives him a stick, and he gives me some toilet paper and trail mix. It turns out that people give him a lot of stuff he can’t use on this corner. They all assume he has teeth and a bathroom.

“I seen you around,” he says, tossing the stick up in the air for Bro. He’s got crinkly kind eyes, but I haven’t been around. I’ve slept in this neighborhood twice. Five times this whole year.

“Really?” I raise my eyebrows.

“Yeah, I see that Astro van parked around, I’m always glad you’ve got this dog watching out for you.”

There is some awful identity mismanagement going on here.

I don’t know how much I care.

Tags: The day-to-day of it all · Van Living

6 responses so far ↓

  • 1 Woolfey // Sep 21, 2008 at 6:13 pm

    Huh… Louie has ME to take care of HIM… But I appreciate his help…

  • 2 mojavi at Simple Things // Sep 21, 2008 at 7:58 pm

    I am still trying to figure out why you said strap on sex was hard work… from the last post! I mean do strippers really do that on stage? Is that legal up there? sorry

    de-lurking because I still can’t get it out of my head!

  • 3 Radka // Sep 21, 2008 at 8:20 pm

    I love the way you write. It always puts a smile on my face (well, at least when it’s supposed to 🙂 )
    Reading your blog is like reading a good book. I feel like I grew just a little bit along the way.

    P.s. you got any herbal tips for a dog with an eye infection?

  • 4 HoboStripper // Sep 22, 2008 at 4:29 am

    Mojavi, LOL! Well strippers, like people of any profession, might be inclined to some strap on sex. Not on stage, but at home in bed. 😉

    Radka, eye infections can be complicated because they can be caused by different things. A good starting place no matter what, though, is chamomile compresses and feeding her/him a couple cloves of garlic a day.

  • 5 Hungry Girl // Sep 23, 2008 at 4:32 am

    I’ve been enjoying your blog, ever since Suzie Bright mentioned it (as well as mine!) on her blog. You’re a good writer and tell a great story. I love your thoughts on multiple identity….

  • 6 carrot quinn // Sep 23, 2008 at 2:07 pm

    I like to pretend that the blogosphere is a lot less creepy than it really is. But then, I’m new at this. And as far as I can tell, it’s far more wonderful than it is creepy. Even if wishing someone won’t find your blog is almost a guarantee that they will find it, and there is a need to make a show of hiding some/all of your identity, whether you want to or not, because it’s just a little wierd otherwise.

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