Last night, the first person left ATF.
She wrote a note. Packed her bags. Left some donations of her things in the lobby and she went home.
Yesterday evening, I was also pulled aside and told about the discovery of my blog. This blog. The Chronicles of the Chronically Confused. By ATF staff members. Hyperventilating, I blinked back hot tears and choked for air as I apologized for quoting my favorite staff, Kanisha as using the word “dem” instead of “them”. Surprise, I’m flawed. Really fucking flawed.
She explained she wasn’t offended, she wasn’t hurt, but that I should be aware. Thank you, Kanisha for your insight! I removed that whole portion of my stories from my previous post, just to be sure. As a writer, my intention was to paint a picture, not to offend. I’ve quoted my own mother’s accent phonetically in a previous posts. I made her southern drawl audible through how I scripted my language. But I can understand that it could be offensive. That’s why I removed it.
But you know what, you have to be really digging to discover and focus in on one, three letter word.
My life is wildly offensive. Do you know how many times I have dropped the f-bomb in here? To be clear, that won’t be changing.
Lesson learned. Point taken. Understood. Won’t happen again. In the words of Kanisha as she addressed a group today, “you have not arrived”.
But you better believe I am going to keep blogging and doing so honestly right here on my personal blog.
This is not an ATF blog. This is a blog of my crazy, weird, extremely private life. ATF is just part of it. Keep reading if you want, my space will not be violated by prying eyes.
Instruction begins tomorrow and the crazy weirdness is about to begin.