Hi! My name is Kirsten Jørgensen, but my wife calls me 'Jorge' just to be a tease. My parents and I came from Norway when I was 3 years old. I have dual citizenship for both Norway and the United States; we periodically take trips to see our family back home. My father is an electrical engineer, and my mother is an attorney.
The reason for my reluctance for showing my face came from when I was a late teenage girl; I was stalked by someone on Facebook. He tried meeting me, identified my every movement at the very high school that I went to, as well as times that I was walking about with my girlfriends. Of course, he's now spending time in a state prison. Still...that made me super paranoid about showing my real face, not to mention, my real name.
I've used several aliases over the years (my 'cancer buddy', Bob, has even let me use his, but I've felt guilty about using it despite his permission), as well as using different fake photos wherever I went online.
It is because of that, along with several other recent events, that I have decided to reveal my real face and name. I am not hiding anymore, either through my identity, nor my sexuality (lesbian).
This is me.
Blessings be unto you all. -K
After several years of trying to remain photographically anonymous, and at the behest of my wife, I am (finally) showing my face. A portrait shown several years ago was a fake. The most recent photo was taken about 3-4 months ago for work; it was professionally done.
Work has been ultra-super hectic for the past month. And as 'bad guys' never take vacations, neither do we. As someone who provides guidance on possible cybersecurity solutions to executives and politicians, our Nation takes precedence first.
The other reason for the delay was coming up with a suitable ending.
It has been a very long time since I've been online - outside of a few times here and there - between the repetitive scans, chemotherapy, blood work, etc. As someone who is a cancer survivor (still working on surviving the 2nd bout), I can say that it has been a harrowing experience. As woman who is kind of, sort of a woman, it's hard to put into words what I have had to endure. Ask any woman who has had cancer of the female anatomy. It's both strange and difficult (sometimes downright embarrassing) to talk about it. You feel embarrassed to say that you survived cancer, esp. at the age of 31.
I consider myself lucky in that I get to see another sunrise and sunset every day. I consider myself lucky to have my wife there as support for me. And most importantly, I consider myself lucky to be alive, however broken, to experience what being alive means. And for that, I am extremely thankful.
Now...it's time to get back to the stories. There will be more coming out - I just wasn't in the right frame of mind back then, but during everything, I've gotten some more ideas of keeping the ever-continuing stories fresh. So...for those who want to read the next story (or two), be patient. My fingers can only go so fast. More to come...