Well, hello! Welcome to my first blog post. A friend of mine to whom I regularly show my writing haphazardly suggested the idea of opening a blog, having a stable place that is not my notes app for my collection of ideas.
I am not entirely sure if the pun to the name Write Your Tongue is obvious, but it’s indeed based on a pun! Bite Your Tongue!
The process of choosing the name kept me away from committing to the idea of a blog for almost a month. I was partly inspired by the song ’71 Charger by the Swedish artist Loreen. A brave sound with a satiric edge. Jarringly crude. Real emotional bite. I’m sure we’d be besties given the chance but that’s besides the point. The chorus goes “bite your tongue hun, keep it to yourself.”
This blog weirdly took me back to my college app essay. The 650-word one iykyk. I’d love to sound cool about it and say “Oh I’ve forgotten about the app process it's been over a year” but no, I remember that pain-in-my-ass year like it was yesterday. The essay was about how I couldn’t find the spaces I wished for at my high school and instead unconsciously crafted communities for my needs. I admire high school Ba2 at times; he was for sure braver than me. So, I decided to take a page out of his book and reinsert myself into his bravery in cultivating spaces that suit my needs, hence Write Your Tongue.
What to expect: Reflections, silly and deep. Anger. Joy. Questions I'm sure you've asked before but never got the time to explore (Alas, we have some temporal limitations!). Questions you've never asked but I happed to have asked and taken upon myself to articulate. Tons of tunes. IDK if you’ve seen the embedded song on the homepage. I’m planning on updating the embedded link once a week, call it Thursday Tunes. I might share my art too, but let’s not get too ambitious just yet. Step by step. As I please.
I’m not striving for perfection here. On the contrary, I would like to keep my content messy. Enjoy the ride! Or don’t! I can’t force you.
Ba2 is at least as exciting and beautiful as my Batuş- your high school Ba2 is still alive somewhere far away. Belts fastened, always ready for a ride with you🥹