I’m shamelessly ripping off a recent question of the day from Shakesville for our Friday fluff: what’s the story behind your screen name? “Sweet Machine” is the title of a poem (and a book) by Mark Doty, one of my very favorite writers. It’s a wonderful poem about the beauty of the human body and the ethics of aestheticizing it, and if you’ve got a few minutes I highly recommend you click that link and read the whole thing. There’s one part in particular that made it come to mind when I was trying to pick a name to consolidate my online identity in the fatosphere and feminist blogosphere, given that I was going to be writing/commenting on body image:
left him headless, his gestures multiplied
on builders’ makeshift walls, page after page
of blank torsos already beginning to be inscribed:
Check out the whole thing.
So what’s the story of your name? Do you feel like you are that person, or do you feel like it’s a disguise or a persona? (We all know, of course, that “Kate Harding” is a fictive persona designed to fool millions of fat people into not doing their patriotic duty and becoming as skinny as possible.)