Covering your tracks or: how I learned to stop worrying and love Google Blogger.

Well OK, maybe love isn't quite the word for Blogger and Google+. They can still be irritating and contrary at times.

Before I came out online and started blogging as Susie I used to be super cautious about hiding my internet history. I would select anonymous browsing and use privacy and proxy sites like SearchPage and DuckDuckGo for trans and CD related searches, and be careful to delete my browser history afterwards.

Since I started blogging as Susie I have become a lot less paranoid (complete anonymity is a little self-defeating in a blog site, after all.)  If you're hosting your blog with Google it seems a little self-defeating to try and mask your presence from them. You just need to learn to sup with a long spoon. 
I still log out and clean up after each session, but that's more to do with good housekeeping now than worry that anyone might find out where I've been. It's also a good thing to do for other reasons,  and I'd recommend that  you read Eli Pariser'sThe Filter Bubble: What The Internet Is Hiding From You.

Mind you, before I discovered the blogs and people I'm currently following as Susie it was probably wise to be careful, since searches for terms like crossdressing could often bring back a lot of stuff you really wouldn't want on your PC.  It's a weird world out there.

I was searching for something  but for a long time I didn't really know what I was looking for. Support, someone I could talk to, fellow travelers, even friends. I think I've found them now.

I also found that once I'd given Susie a name and an online identity, most of the sites I used to visit no longer seemed relevant. There's only so many Tumblr sites you can see before they all begin to look the same (and might as well be, given the amount of re-posting), and even the handful of stories on FictionMania that were functionally literate seemed to tread the same tired old stereotyped fantasies. Not that I have entirely put childish things behind me: As I wrote a while back, in Outed again, there's still a part of wanting to be Susie that seems to pander to those same stereotype gender roles (and I suspect might be behind L's reluctance to meet her), which still troubles me.
Perhaps I should give her time. She's barely two months old after all.