Hyper-imaginative published novelist, professional illustrator, former boxer. Gender egalitarian, sex-positive, playfully crude, very physical, highly enthusiastic yet extremely considerate.

I lived as a boxing trainer for six years while I secretly wrote and illustrated a novel in the closets and darkened offices of a university fitness center. If you learn nothing else about me, you would still have the benefit of generalization that information provides you.

I have a talent for spurts of pure objectivity. They don't last long, but they're special, and I hold them close as cherished evidence that my student loans are not totally arbitrary.

I am large and very kind.

Reeling from the surprisingly underwhelming act of having published my first novel, working as a graphic novel artist to pay for life, occasionally doing low-level stunt work for television in an effort to make extra money, and to see the world outside my home illustration studio.

I still box when possible, but rarely do 10 round sparring sessions anymore, as I don't think I can afford to forget any more trivia, and I dare not risk damaging my capacity for obscure vocabulary. Rare diction and inventive-yet-accurate syntax brings the classy ladies.

Taking breaks frequently from painting, often with the sudden desire to be among people. Also, making failing-but-admirable strides to correct my sleeping schedule.

analysis, spontaneously doing things out of my price range due to social pressure, drawing, writing, boxing, outbursts of spontaneous affection prompted by something wonderful you just said, explaining the flawed logic behind the Met closing at 5:30

being generous with witticisms while maintaining conversational focus, being totally comfortable with other people's emotions.

It has also occurred to me recently that I have excellent taste in friends. Every person who has gone the distance with me socially and sentimentally is a truly good and loving person- and if someone isn't, I have the rare ability to dispassionately allow them to slip out of my emotional periphery.

I'm tall and somehow totally unassuming.
That I'm either wearing plaid or a sweater.
I make fairly consistent eye contact.
A degree of confidence that is replaced with utter glee at the mention of anything involving dragons, time machines, good literature, or pop music from the 80's.

Books: Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell, Lord Of The Rings, Atonement, Ladies of Grace Adieu, American Gods, Consider the Lobster, The Adventures of Baron Munchausen, The Speaker for the Dead, Even Cowgirls Get the Blues, Ender's Game, anything by Brian Micheal Bendis, The Chocolate War. I've been attempting to put my face in Infinite Jest again, but honestly I really prefer Wallace's journalistic stories.

Movies: Hard Candy, Assassination of Jesse James by the coward Robert Ford, Big Trouble in Little China, The Squid and the Whale, Hedwig and the Angry Inch, Let the Right One In, Gattaca, Michael Clayton, You and Me and Everyone We Know, Seven Samurai, Tarnation, The Lord of the Rings trilogy, Children of Men, Inception, Batman Begins/ Dark Knight, Zeitgeist, WALL•E, Watchmen, Buckaroo Banzai.

TV Shows: Mad Men, Venture Brothers, Frasier

Music: Magnetic Fields, Joanna Newsom, College, This Will Destroy You, The Yeah Yeah Yeahs, The Lumineers, Wolf Parade, The Moldy Peaches, Bright Eyes, Sigur Ros, Fever Ray, Mates of State, The Books, Nico, Sleater-Kinney, The Beatles, MGMT, M83, The Cure, Kasabian, Bob Dylan, Manchester Orchestra, Animal Collective, Radiohead, Explosions in the Sky, Florence and the Machine, Queen, Conor Oberst/Bright Eyes, Mumford and Sons

mechanical pencils, the voice of Freddie Mercury, books- some with pretty pictures, boxing gloves, banter, James Horner's "Ride Of The Firemares" from the Krull soundtrack

My own fictional characters, how best to circumvent the seemingly wild inconsistency of the G train, other people's books, the sociology and biology of gender, the delightfully anarchist politics of 1930's Superman.

Staying out later than I intended, sometimes due to invitations from charming people, other times due to a looming sense that my youth and subsequent vitality are wasted if I go home to draw or write something instead of filling my lungs with New York.

Among other boxers, I was seen as a bit of a pseudo-intellectual novelty, while among my creative friends in Brooklyn, I am also somewhat unusual. This means I am always well-liked, and always slightly out of place in every room I'm in.

I spent a decent amount of time answering these questions whilst trying to make it appear as though I am being flippant.

you feel helplessly compelled to do so, if you find the idea of a conspicuously male feminist appealing,
if you would like to teach me something extraordinary.

... OR if you want to hear a true story about how I once pulled a woman from the train tracks!