Writing about yourself entails trying to find the perfect balance between being graciously accepting and self-deprecating – a balancing act I have yet to master. So when Kid asked me to write my own introduction to the blog, I hoped he was kidding, because I was intent on getting to read what he had to say about me, hoping it was something as witty as his ode to chicklit writer Lindsay, the “rare breed of exotic bird that lives off of Ketel One,” or as heartfelt as his insistence on letting Dennis Cass make us more awesome.

Unfortunately for me, he wasn’t kidding. And unfortunately for me again, he requested this from me in the middle of my making my way through a fourth bottle of champagne. Thus, I have no one to blame but alcoholic self for accepting the challenge.

At face value, my own blog will tell you a lot about what my writing is. Title? “Sometimes I Make Trouble Just For A Good Story.” About Me? “I’ve got a penchant for being snarky, but I comfort myself with the thought that maybe no one listens anyway, so no harm done.” My writing works along those lines. Every story I write is based on some version of the truth, and it’s my only hope that what I write somehow has as much value to me as it does to someone else. I can’t be the only girl in Baltimore who can reel off tales of drunken escapades involving the consmption of entire cases of champagne, affairs with doctors, and making walks of shame, traipsing to the car across the streets of Mt. Vernon in broad daylight wearing nothing but the Halloween getup of a Victoria’s Secret angel. (I’m keeping my fingers crossed at least one person reads this and acknowledges some sort of personal understanding with the aforementioned)

But there you go: a little self-indulgence, a little self-deprecation, and I suppose a little gracious acceptance of the offer from Kid to promote myself. Not a perfect balance, but it’ll come. Keep reading.

- The Sexretary