This Trent Wilkie

Photo by Elizabeth Adela Budd

*After a series of nasty emails, I’ve decided to make this personal. Not personal as in finding out who these anonymous people are in real life and asking them why they hate themselves, but making this blog a corporeal thing. Here we go:

I don’t do a lot of personal blog posts. It’s not that I don’t have a lot going on in my life, it’s just that I see my blog as a bit of a stage…a character. Even the name, THE Trent Wilkie. It is still me, but it’s not me, it’s some other guy. I was going to name it THAT Trent Wilkie, but it sounded a bit too defaming, a bit too accusatory. For example, “Remember the guy that drunkenly broke into the old church with four homeless dogs, wrote and recorded a series of songs about farts on the pipe organ and then fell asleep in a pile of Nutella smeared communion wafers? It was THAT Trent Wilkie.”

So many Trent Wilkies to save from bad reputations, so little time.

Anyway, I’m a real person. I  have opinions. I love my family and my girlfriend and my country and myself. I try not to make ad hominem attacks on people. I try to challenge their ideas, not mock what they need to exist. I don’t always get this right, but do my best to ‘punch up’ as a good friend once said.

I like to make stuff and that stuff I try to make relevant to the world around me. Like is the wrong word. Have to. It’s a habit. It sometimes gets in the way of my life. I’m all right with this.

This is my eisel so to speak. This thing…this glowing series of symbols and words that is connected to an extremely larger group of symbols and words is a functional part of my life. This bloggy thing is my medium and it works perfectly for me.

So, when you look at this and you don’t agree with something, or something offends you (remember you don’t have the right to not be offended), please start a dialogue. Don’t tell me to go kill my self, or call me a faggot or threaten to beat me up. These things just strengthen my opinions towards the things that you don’t agree with.  I do my best to put thought behind everything on here. I make it as insightful and whimsical and witty and ridiculously inane as I purposefully can.

My mantra is this: We do this stupid fucking life game once. Have fun and leave the world better than you found it.

There, I made this personal.

Yours truly,

Your mother.

2 Replies to “This Trent Wilkie”

  1. Work like you don’t need the money. Dance like nobody is watching. Love like you’ve never been hurt. … … Carry on being you, my good man. Even if you might turn into THAT Trent Wilkie.

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