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On Names, the past and the future.

I'd like to be called Wren from now on.

Wren, pronounced Ren.
I know this seems like it's been coming out of nowhere, but in reality, I've been struggling with names for a long time. My old name, indey, just doesn't sit with me anymore. Hearing it sometimes hurts, and sometimes doesn't. And not knowing if it will fall wrong on my ears when someone I care about says it, is actually worse for me than knowing I don't like it. That is why I felt the need to change.
The name indey has a lot of mental baggage associated with. Baggage that makes the name cumbersome and uncomfortable. I twinge when I hear it, even if you don't see me do it on the outside.
Indey used to be my puppy name, short for Indiana. Where Kamm was from. It's a name that I decided to use as my scene name shortly after I got involved in the public community. There are a number of exes who call me by that name, when or if they still even talk to me. For a number of reasons, I just want to make it go away.
I can't express my appreciation enough for those of you who have been privy to my name struggles and who have put up with those attempted changes before. An awesome roommate, a great friend who has been down to visit recently, and a lovely leopard come to mind specifically.
So if you could, make a little mental note. Change the name you have me under in your phone, or on your email. I will politely offer correction if someone calls me the wrong name, it's bound to happen.
A wren is a bird. There are several species common in North America and there are some beautiful examples in Australia, especially. I love birds and identify strongly with them.
Thanks for taking the time to read this.
Sincerely,
Wren.

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