How to Start an Anonymous Blog Without Losing Your Mind (or Identity)

How to Start an Anonymous Blog Without Losing Your Mind (or Identity)

So, you want to share your thoughts with the world but also not have Auntie Gloria judging your midnight rants or your high school crush realizing you still write poetry about them? Welcome, friend — you’re not alone. Anonymous blogging is the digital version of wearing sunglasses indoors: mysterious, dramatic, and just a little rebellious.

Let’s get you started, the easy (and slightly funny) way:

1. Pick a Cool Fake Name

Think of something that says “I’m deep and anonymous” but also “I totally have snacks next to my laptop.”

Some ideas:

The Wandering Wi-Fi

Midnight Muffin

Miss/Mr. NoFace

The Silent Typist

Bonus tip: Use a name that would confuse your stalkers and your nosy cousin.

2. Choose a Blogging Platform That Respects Your Mystery

Go for platforms like:

WordPress.com – you can hide your identity and disable comments (because trolls are not welcome).

Blogger – old but gold.

Substack – great for emails and essays.

Tumblr – for chaotic genius energy.

Use a separate email address — don’t be that person who signs up with their real name and ends up exposed like a forgotten lasagna in the microwave.

3. Don’t Overshare… Duh

Keep your real name, location, school, cat’s name, and that weird birthmark story OFF the blog.

Write about what matters, what you love, or what’s bothering you — but cloak it in storytelling, metaphors, and dramatic pauses. Like this:

> “I once loved someone who hated pineapple pizza… it didn’t work out.”

4. Use a VPN or Incognito Mode If You’re REALLY Paranoid

Let’s be honest, if you’re planning to drop some spicy truths, you might as well do it with a cyber-ninja outfit on. A VPN hides your IP like Harry Potter’s invisibility cloak.

5. Keep It Fun. Keep It Real-ish.

Just because you're anonymous doesn’t mean you have to sound like a robot with Wi-Fi issues. Let your voice shine — whisper your wildest dreams, shout your opinions into the blogosphere, and dance in the comments (if you allow them). You’re anonymous, not boring.

6. Tell NO ONE… At First

Don’t tell your friends. Don’t tell your dog. Definitely don’t tell your little brother (he’ll blackmail you for snacks).

Let your blog grow quietly like a secret garden, until you're ready to share it or keep it forever like your favorite hoodie.

Final Words from One Anon to Another:

Blogging anonymously is a safe, fun way to be fully you without anyone stopping you. Whether you're spilling your soul, writing fiction, or just need to vent, do it bravely… and sneakily.

Now go start that blog and let your inner ninja-poet-activist-singer-weirdo shine.

When the Weight Isn't Just Unemployment — It's the People Around You

When the Weight Isn't Just Unemployment — It's the People Around You

There’s something that people don’t talk about when you’re unemployed, or when you’ve taken a gap year with no income, no job, no clear direction:

It’s not just the financial struggle.

It’s the emotional weight that builds — day after day — from the environment you're stuck in.

It’s the way people look at you.

The way they talk to you.

Or about you.

The little things they say that dig deep under your skin and stay there.

I’ve been unemployed for three months now.

Three months of hearing silence when I talk.

Three months of feeling invisible in a room full of people who share my blood.

I started a blog — not to go viral, not to be praised, not even to be seen.

Just to breathe.

To put things somewhere.

Nobody knows it exists. And maybe that’s a good thing.

At home, I feel like I’ve become a target.

The firstborn, yet the one spoken to like I’m a nobody.

They fight me.

They talk over me.

They blame me.

And somehow, they never see themselves.

Is this just "siblings stuff”?

Or is this something more?

Because it’s starting to feel like emotional manipulation. Control. Maybe even narcissism — not the watered-down version people use online, but the kind that hides in plain sight.

Some of the Signs I’ve Seen (And Felt)

They never listen. Ever. But expect me to hear every word they say.

They make fun of my silence and accuse me when I speak.

They twist things — always. Somehow, I’m the one at fault.

They use guilt like a weapon.

They act like my efforts mean nothing, and like I should be grateful just to exist in their space.

I didn’t know that home could feel like this.

That being alive, but unemployed, could make people treat you like you don’t count.

That trying to heal or grow could make people want to shrink you even more.

And the worst part is not being able to leave — not having the money or the power to walk out.

You see the walls.

You see the damage.

But you're locked in.

And the key isn’t yours yet.

I’m not writing this for pity. I’m not writing it to inspire anyone.

This is for me.

To get it out.

Because keeping it in was making me sick in ways I couldn’t even name.

If you’ve read this far, maybe you’ve been there too.

Or maybe you're just seeing someone else's truth.

That’s fine. I don’t need to be understood.

I just need to feel what’s real. 🥲

Why Can't America Just Mind Its Own Business? A Burkina Faso Story

Why Can't America Just Mind Its Own Business? A Burkina Faso Story

By Lili Phedra 

When I look at what's happening between Burkina Faso and the so-called "defenders of freedom" in the American government, I honestly can't help but shake my head. It's embarrassing. It's confusing. And frankly, it's just plain annoying.

Let me tell you exactly what I see.

Ever since Burkina Faso finally took a real stand for its full independence — not just on paper, but in action — it’s like America lost its mind. You’d think they'd be happy for a country choosing freedom, right? Isn't that what they preach about day and night?

Apparently not. Apparently, if you decide to be free on your own terms (and not under their supervision), it's a "problem."

Now, let’s talk about General Michael Langley. The U.S. didn’t even bother to send a white man this time — no, no. They sent a Black general, hoping we wouldn't notice the manipulation. As if African people are so shallow that we'll just say, "Oh, he's Black, so he must be on our side!" Please. Give us some credit.

Listen — it's not about race. It's not about skin color. It's about the dirty games of the American government — yes, the whole system. They are furious because Burkina Faso has proven that Africa can think for itself, govern itself, and protect itself without Western babysitting.

And the deeper I think about it, the more upset I get. Because here’s the thing:

Trump — yes, Mr. "Make America Great Again" himself — knows about this. He’s not blind. He knows how valuable Burkina Faso is. He knows about the gold, the minerals, the strategic location.

And if he truly stood for "freedom," if he truly believed in "liberation," he would have spoken up.

He would have said, “Hey, General Langley, stand down. Let those people be.”

But did he?

Crickets.

At this point, I realize it’s not about Trump versus Biden, red versus blue, left versus right.

It’s about the fact that they all love the benefits of Africa’s suffering, as long as it keeps their wallets fat and their egos inflated. They all know what's going on — and they're fine with it.

So what does America really want from Burkina Faso?

Simple:

Gold.

Resources.

Obedience.

Silence.

And when we dare to say, “No thank you, we'll manage ourselves,” they send a pretty face with a fancy uniform to try to scare us back into line.

Well, guess what?

We’re not scared anymore.

We see you.

We know what you’re doing.

Burkina Faso is standing strong — and in doing so, it's waking up the whole continent.

And no matter how many generals they send, no matter how many "aid packages" or "military partnerships" they offer, the spirit of independence is alive.

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