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Last year I was finally able to name one of the types of privileges I live with.  I call it living under the radar (utr) and being safe invisible . I am tall, well over 6 feet and big, over 250 lbs. I am white.  I am upper middle-aged.  I am cis male.  Those characteristics alone make me the picture boy of white male privilege and the patriarchy of America. I first really noticed this 8 years ago walking in Manhattan. I was walking down the sidewalk through one of the infamous sea of humanity scenes we associate with New York.  Ahead of me by forty feet was a woman about 5 feet tall wearing a red coat you could not miss.  I watched her walk through the crowd.  She had to bob, weave, stop, and dash ahead to get around people and avoid collisions. All this while wearing a red coat, you could see three blocks away.   I was wearing a dark grey wool coat and brown pants.  As I walked, I rarely had to move out of the straight line I walked.  The people coming toward me would flow around me

  Hi.  I am ,n.   I go by other names, but this name is aspirational and inspirational to me.  It is what I am striving to be.  I want to be so common and unnoticeable. This blog is going to have a few purposes. It is for me.  It will be my one last public facing thing on the internet when I am done killing off all my other social media presence. It will be full of my lessons in becoming so inconspicuous that no one pays any attention to me unless I want them to. It will house my rants, ravings, and thoughts on things in my life, mostly around becoming the fog, but some on life experiences and things I like to share.   It might have sex and nudity.  I am striving to take as much of that offline as well, but want one outlet for some of it. I will strive to update and post as I make progress to becoming the unmemorable being that is barely noted and soon forgotten.  I welcome all comments and suggestions on how to do this better.  I will answer any personal questions that may identify wh