When I investigated a legal name change in real life–you have to testify and have a hearing, and it is expensive, and I was advised that I already am “Mr. Lobo”, I can cash checks as “Mr. Lobo” since Lobo is my given last name. “Mr. T.” is “Mr. T.” and if I met “Dr. Seuss”–I’d call him “Dr. Suess”. Not a problem.
On Facebook, I was never “Mr. Lobo” or “Mister Lobo”–I was “Host Mrlobo” or “MrLobo Host” or “MysterLobo Ismynamereally Dontcallmeerik”. I had hesitated creating a new account because I thought I would have to start from square one…but after the recent Drag Queen uprising against unfair name policies I thought I’d try opening a new account after months of failed attempts to fix my current one.
“Mister” is still not allowed and there isn’t even a way to get started without fudging it by making something up that is simply not my name. I don’t want to be “TheRealMister Lobo”. I’m tired of games. I am tired of strangers at shows calling me out by my first name like we’re old buddies or prying about family health issues. I am an entertainer and an artist. If you’ve only seen me at shows and we’ve haven’t had a meal together, or talked on the phone, or visited each others homes–we don’t really know each other. I appreciate everyone that likes and “likes” me and what I do…but I “like” to be respected.
We live in a world were illusions and pretending are rarely tolerated and that being “real” is so important. I’ve got a lot of creative projects to do and facebook is killing my time, my mojo, and my confidence–my tools of the trade. And that is for real.”