Die yuppie scum

Vice is like the pepper in a good sauce, it brings out the flavour of life; it's indispensable.

Intersectionality or bust.

Mostly looking for friends on this thing. Mostly not interested in straight people.

You're an expatriate. You've lost touch with the soil. You get precious. Fake European standards have ruined you. You drink yourself to death. You become obsessed with sex. You spend all your time talking, not working. You are an expatriate, see? You hang around cafes.

Also a chef.
Also a writer.

Cooking.
Writing.
Bikes.
Dropping Bass

A beard

Histories, Hitchens, Camus, Celine, Johnston, interesting cookbooks, Blake, Bone, Solint, Nobokov, Borges, Chekhov, Sartre, biographies of artists, diarists, Wordsworth, Keats, Yeats.

currently reading: Autobiography of Assata Shakur

Noir, Classic Sci Fi, Godard, Takashi, incredibly faithful adaptations of Shakespeare (I'm looking at you Kenneth Branaugh), Mean Girls, Spirited Away and Roman Holiday

Mock the Week, QI, Dr Who Classic, BBC Moidah Mysteries.

Japanese psychedelia

I am currently in love with Bitter Melon.

Scotch, cheap red wine from the bottle, by the bottle.

Books
Wine
Writing
Cooking

Of course, there is only one serious philosophical problem left, and that is suicide.

There is no typical friday

Downers plus sex, and repetitive Japanese psyche music; it's a thing, get into it kids.

You don't like that there is no 'queer' label on OKC, and that the sex/gender/orientation options are severely lacking.