Allow me to set the table here. One, I am a bit of an internet luddite. I can function on it, but so much of it is beyond my ability to comprehend, Two, you well know my Facebook story. And three, The Angel Known as My Wife and our oldest daughter know about this side of me. My wife, of course, knows everything. Our daughter knows of Kandi, but I haven’t shared any specific details. If asked I would, but I am not offering such things as photos and actually meeting Kandi. That is just me and how I wish to handle things. I had not yet told our youngest daughter for various reasons.
So on December 22, 2022, I go about setting up an Instagram account. I want a large scale platform for a number of reasons. Yes, I am vain. It also drives content to Kandi’s Land. It is also how I find and/or “advertise” for acting and modeling opportunities. It connects me with friends all over the world. I also have read that you can lobby for the unlocking of a Facebook account through Instagram. And finally, it will be necessary to help drive traffic to Confident U. As of the time of this writing, I am still locked out by Facebook, but I have actually enlisted the help of our US Senator in getting that unlocked. Stay tuned (and an enormous thanks to Micki Finn for sparking the idea!).
Facebook requires you to have an account under your legal identity, and you can then post publicly as your “authentic self”. I simply assumed the same for Instagram. I had a male Facebook account, tied to my cell phone number. I closed that account. I then set up an Instagram account in my legal male name, using that cell number. That was really all I intended to do at that point. I posted no photos or any avatar. This was my avatar.
I did a little more research and discovered that I could basically set up my Instagram account as anyone I wished to, so I changed my account and user names to Kandi names and put up a Kandi photo as an avatar. As Kandi, this was my avatar:
Never were any Kandi photos online under the account using my male name. Then I made my first post on Instagram and closed it out and started going about other things on this day. My wife then walks into my office and shows me a screenshot sent to her by our oldest daughter of the Kandi avatar with my male name sent to our youngest daughter’s Instagram feed. I immediately deactivated the Instagram account and went into damage control. I was, at that point in time, on Instagram for maybe 20 minutes total.
My real fear was that any and every contact on my phone, who had an Instagram account would get the same notification. Again, I want to tell whomever I want to tell. I don’t need the devil known as Mark Zuckerberg doing that for me. Also, photo Kandi was never in Instagram with male information. How it got sent out that way, who knows? I do believe if my daughter got Kandi only in her feed, she probably would not have noticed it or looked closely.
Long story short, I speak with daughter 1 (who knows), find out if there was any negative reaction by daughter 2 and I then call daughter 2 and introduce her to my alter ego. It could not have gone better. I have specifically chosen to out myself to two people and those went well. I will not count my wife in this equation, since without her blessings, there literally would be no Kandi. The internet outed me to our daughter. A texting screw up outed me to another friend and I was outed to a close friend at one of my volunteer gigs. So far, I have had only good experiences from these outings, but I am not naïve enough to think I can keep hitting 1.000.
Fortunately, as far as I know, no one else who is a contact in my phone got this Instagram notification. While talking to our daughter, she confirmed for me that the notification and my page were gone. Whew…..
Technology continues to be both a blessing and a curse!
On an uplifting front, I have two sisters, including our beloved Jocelyn, paying yours truly visits in January and February. We make magic happen here, just ask Jen and Lisa!
I solved the riddle and I am back on Facebook!!!