the origin story

yea ok I’m finally going to do it.

“Do what?” - you may be asking..
or possibly you do not give one single shit, but that is besides the fact.

Im finally going to open my site to the public.. more of a blog.. or like a lil safe cyberspace. Shit i loved cyberspace, that lil animated tv show with the weird bird and the motherboard... classic.

Anyway, that is again:
besides the fact.

I don’t think of myself as writer. Rather a storyteller that just liked to make up crap in my head. Stuff that would make me laugh or maybe even feel disgusted. My imagination has always had no filter, no shame and certainly no boundary.

Yet my writing has always been edited, filtered, perfected.. and it lost what made it ME. This always frustrated me to no end. Writing or perhaps any art isn’t created to be someone’s version of perfect, and plus what if my crappy spelling was perfect to me because well—being a bad speller is just a part of who I am.

I’ve always wanted to do this. It’s been a dream, an aspiration to have a digital place designed by me for me. Every since my Mom deleted my tumblr back in middle school lmaooooo. I guess I reblogged too many sparkly gifs of the word “fuck”. She didn’t even know the real reason I used that platform ;)

My writing is all me. Even when i’m crafting characters or fantasy worlds, it comes from the deep catacombs of my imagination and it creates a conversation with myself that I look forward every day to having.

Writing allows me to
flow, laugh, analyze, express
and authentically relate.

Talking to myself is pretty cool, but capturing my thoughts with lil alphabetic symbols that I have at a moment in time is fucking magical. And returning to those words, and finding advice or comfort with myself is one of the best feelings I can have. I treasure my writing so much, it’s my core.

Now, you’re probably wondering after practically pouring my dramatic ass out about “blah blah writing is me”... why in the living hell would i title this Uranus Unfiltered.

And boy do I have an answer LMAO.

I’ve been laughing at my own idiocy since I popped out of my mom’s womb and through her curtain of flaps.

It all started with a butthole.

Not a specific butthole actually. Just the word “butthole”.

It made me laugh, but it made people so uncomfortable. To me it was just a word.. a word you associate with a hole that every living thing on Earth has. We all poop out of our butthole. We all fart out of our butthole. We all wipe our butthole twice a day (hopefully, i’m sorry any constipated fellows out there).

But it would make me laugh so hard when people would react to the word. I caught on pretty early that this word really freaked people out. They hated it, they would cringe, avoid eye contact, say “EW” super loud or just plain lecture me on how that is unacceptable.

It became a type of social experiment because the longer someone hung out with me, even if they were first disgusted that I used butthole as a term of endearment... they would start to use it as well. I was able to change the connotation a word had just simply by using it differently and with love.

Then came “anus.”

My new word obsession.

Anus is even better because it’s the medical term for butthole.

And thus began
a new era.

Once again I noticed the same behavior... the more I used it as a term of endearment, the more people would as well. It was amazing.

Until someone in my work environment told me it made them uncomfortable and I could be called out for sexual harassment.

And honestly, they were right.
This word could be a trigger for people, although it was not my intention.
It did not matter- I had to chose when to say this word and when to not.

Eventually she came around and would even call me “anus” back, but it made me aware that my social experiment could hurt some people. That’s why i chose “uranus” instead of just “anus”.

You can choose whether to pronounce it
“your-anus” or “ūr- anus”
it’s your choice & I am open to either.

Obviously I will say “your-anus” in my head, but it’s not my place to force you to like being called anus or force you to call my blog your anus. It’s dope either way. No hate, no judgement.

…. and unfiltered comes from what I started to talk about earlier. Editing will purely be done by me- meaning my writing will stay raw and genuine, they way I intended and felt in that moment. It will probably be unfocused, inappropriate and weird, but it’s miranda, i can tell you that much.

Soooooooo that seems like a satisfactory intro to my unknown. I really don’t know what will come of this- it will probably be changing constantly, but i’m excited to explore my mind.

Cheers Earthings.
OMW to Uranus for now.