I have started so many blogs over the years. Part of it is because I have changed so much myself that the old blogs didn’t fit any longer. Another reason was that my mind seems to scatter in every direction so that there isn’t enough drive to keep a blog on one subject.
So eclectic blogging it is.
I’m not going to bother with creating a different blog. This one will do just fine. I’m going to keep the sanityiid URL since it was starting on that particular antidepressant that made it possible for me to actually write again. Still, since the antidepressant has been keeping my mind stable, there isn’t much to write about there.
So why Queer Hill?
About two years ago, my wife and I moved to the country. It might not be much by some people’s standards, but it is a nice mobile home that sits on top of a hill. My brother, who detests anything that doesn’t ooze toxic masculinity, said that everyone that lives in my town now thinks of it as queer hill.
I’m pretty sure that the name was supposed to embarrass me, humiliate me, or let me know that I am inferior in some other way. But I loved the name. Not only does queer not feel like a derogatory word to me, I have also come to love the queerness of myself. As such, I have proudly accepted the title as the name of both my house and my blog.