I graduated college, got a professional job, started doing the
whole normal picket fence thing, and absolutely hated it. So one
day I gave away almost everything I owned and became voluntarily
homeless. Everything I had fit in a backpack and I spent the last
couple years hitchhiking around the country having adventures and
meeting great people. I supported myself doing various things like
working as a carnie, volunteering at a hippie festival, working as
an apple picker, anything that seemed interesting. when I couldn't
find something special to do in a city I would just work as a male
stripper, so I've done that in most major cities in the country as
I ended up settled again just as suddenly as I had left. I didn't
really plan to leave the road but I ended up in New Orleans and
spontaneously grew some roots again. It took me a couple years of
extending my stay over and over again before I finally admitted
NOLA had got me and I was done traveling for now. At the moment I'm
working as a bartender and starting to think about what might be
What I’m doing with my life
Figuring out how to start settling my life down without getting all
I’m really good at
I'm good at ranting. I have opinions about everything and they
always sound better when given at 400 words a minute at the top of
my lungs. Well, when I say I have opinions about everything, I
guess I mean that I have opinions about philosophy and music . . .
but what else is there?
The first things people usually notice about me
my eyebrows. so pointy!
just a hint: do not ask me if I gel them that way. I am so sick of
that question, rar!
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
something I scribbled down in a notebook while I was traveling . .
. seems to apply pretty well so I figured I'd put it here:
"look at the questions we fill out for our social networking sites,
for our dating sites, for any kind of profile we make these days .
. . there is always a massive focus on things like what movies or
books or music you like. is anyone else terrified by this? I mean,
one is trying the ultimately difficult act of truly defining
oneself, and one does so with media preferences? I am a collection
of virtues, sins, embarrassments, and achievements! so are you and
everyone else! and yet we think the best way to describe ourselves
is by our choice of what to like from a list of things others have
created? I can only date someone or be friends with someone if they
enjoy the same third-party-created motion pictures as I do?
When I get the urge to buy a movie it isn't because I want to see
it over and over, it is because some stupid animal part of me wants
to make sure it is on my shelf so that people who come in my house
will know that I am the type of person who likes this movie, and
thusly know whatever it is that this supposedly means about me.
The six things I could never do without
I decided there wasn't anything I can't do without, that's why I'm
living my simple life that I have now. I liked having computer
access so I could post stories from the road, I liked having the
sleeping bag that I carried with me, and so forth, but if I lost
those I would still be happy.
Now that I'm attempting the settled life again I can no longer brag
that everything I own fits in a backpack, sadly. But, other than
basic "living indoors" stuff like some pots and pans I haven't
really accumulated much. I intend to keep it that way.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
1. abstract philosophical problems that will probably never
2. "hey, I'm hungry"
in no particular order.
On a typical Friday night I am
commodifying my sexuality. gotta make a living somehow :-)
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
anything. I was born with no concept of privacy and I'll answer any
question from anyone.
hmm . . . what is something I can say to prove that I have no sense
of privacy . . . um . . . I know!
when I was 14 I stuck a banana up my butt to try and see if I was
gay. turns out that I am, at the very least, not gay for
You should message me if
You are very smart, and very non-traditional. otherwise we probably
won't get along so well. Also I'm happily poly. If you don't
already know what that means then you probably aren't into it.