I own many, many pairs of shorts. I travel a whole bunch. write
your elected officials and very soon I could be coming to YOUR
city! life is one horrible terrifying dizzying quest for pastries
and conversation and people to make art with. The weather is
awesome in Malaysia, and the air is full of insects that want my
blood. I am from Malaysia, but much of my blood remains intact
thankfully. I've had my heart broken a bunch of times, but bless
it, it's a little scrapper and now that it's gotten some water on
its face and some fresh cloth wrapped around its knuckles, it's
ready for another round. Stay down, kid!
I love trans and genderqueer issues, and the idea of true
morphological democracy in our lifetime is hopeful and promising.
I'm interested in gay things, and nonmonogamy in general, as well
Lacanian psychoanalysis, marxism, and anything that offers a
workable alternative to capitalism. I try to trip acid once or
twice every year to re-evaluate where I am in relation to the
precipice. I want to be an uncaring picaresque, and have a John
Waters mustache, to be well-read and much-loved. I want to tumble
downhill with all my friends and know it's okay before we hit the
bottom. I love puns and I always try to end on a joke, so I feel
badly that I couldn't fit one in here. And I've got a Moominpappa
have at me! please.
What I’m doing with my life
working two freelance jobs, saving up enough money to go couch
surfing again, trying to read enough books to keep my perversity
from falling below standard, and running running running
I’m really good at
Playing, Listening, Reading to people, Drawing, Debating
(respectfully), Holding up under pressure, getting along with
children, Talking about ambitions and dreams, cooking a mean
veggie-bolognese/red wine sauce, talking in voices not my own, and
Helping a Brother out.
The first things people usually notice about me
My glasses and lips. My flailing limbs. My sense of tumor. I
MEAN....I mean my sense of humor. that's...that's what I mean.
sorry. Also I'm pretty polite.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Great Gatsby, Bastian Vives, J.G. Ballard, "The Unsayable" by Annie
G. Rogers, "Plague of Fantasies" by Slavoj Zizek, The Ethical Slut,
Dan Clowes, "Wetlands" by Charlotte Roche, George Herriman's "Krazy
Kat", Iain Banks, "House of Leaves" by Mark Z. Danielewski, Paul
Pope, Jeff Smith or Anne Carson (but especially Beauty of the
Husband and an Autobiography of Red), poetry by Phillip Larkin and
Hafiz, movies by the Coen Brothers, Danny Boyle, Michael Hanneke,
David Cronenberg, Sylvian Chomet, Herzog. Patrick McGoohan in The
Prisoner (I am not a number!), Ed Burns and David Simon's The Wire,
Drag Race, Astroboy, Steven Universe, Deadwood, Buffy, Indian food,
escargot, Mountain Goats, Neko Case, Johnny Cash, Screaming Jay
Hawkins, Talking Heads, Roxy Music, Gillian Welch, Withered Hand,
La Roux, Beach Boys, Electric Light Orchestra, Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield's "Pusher Man", Klaus Nomi, Vince Guaraldi,
Wojciech Kilar, Satie, Rachmaninov, George Jones, Loretta Lynn,
Kate Bush(wuthering, wuthering, wuthering heights), Annie Lennox,
the Magnetic Fields, Placebo, MGMT and David Bowie's Life on Mars.
The six things I could never do without
pencils, androgynous creatures, spicy food, devil-may-care grins,
Large bodies of water, and civil rights.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
stories, who people are when no-one's looking, my sex toys,
freckles and why I don't have them, and how to deconstruct language
and culture humanely.
On a typical Friday night I am
sitting in a friend's apartment watching a movie, having a nice
dinner out, reading indoors, wandering by the river, kicking
feverishly into the air and yelling for my mother.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I am a human, and a combined product of all my insecurities and
skills. I'm the one who set the fire.
You should message me if
You want to.