I oscillate between a desire to negate everything and a desire to enjoy and be of the world. Despite a general hatred for the order of things, I have a fairly pleasant life. I enjoy exploring wild places outdoors, cooking and eating delicious food, wandering around cities at night, and causing various sorts of trouble. outdoor adventurer without the 'bro'.
I think bisexual is a shitty term, but I think just about everything else is a shitty term as well, so whatever. I generally try not to be things, but also acknowledge that individual moralistic approaches to identity and 'anti-oppression politics' are extraordinarily limited. I like various sorts of people, and I might like you.

Working seasonal outdoor guiding jobs and having real relationships and friendships during the (too short) winter. Traveling too much. Reading. Drinking tea and coffee with friends. Climbing. Trying to become whatever singularity, but not very hard. Reading books aloud with friends, and on my own. Living in the back of my truck. Having my friends' backs.

taking people on adventures outside. talking about books. taking books and theory too seriously, and then being paralyzed. cooking delicious food. baking pies. listening. puns. formatting text.

I really have no idea. My red hair? I suppose I am both a ginger and approach things gingerly.

Books:
Right now: Chris Kraus; Roberto Bolaño; Italo Calvino; Eileen Myles; always Agamben, although now I think he's maybe too posi; currently lots of books on feminist theory and affective labor; history; any good literature; Craig Childs; secretly also good fantasy and science-fiction: china mieville, terry pratchett, game of thrones, etc.

I like watching movies but generally don't unless someone else proposes it.

rabbit-themed sludge metal; britney spears/stevie nicks mashups; stupid posi pop-folk, etc.

I like all kinds of food, but I like food that I cook and eat with my friends most of all.

a decent kitchen for at least 3 months a year
lovely lovely lovely friends, both near and far
constant access to books
an annual dose of the Southwest
making puns
exploring remote and wild places

human strike. gender. the nature of work in contemporary capitalism. how social reproduction works. how easily and quickly forms of social contestation are recuperated. living communism and spreading anarchy, or whatever. deserts and mountains. books books books. building a shack in the pacific northwest. my tiny truck.

There's nothing special about friday. Let's stop pretending that working a 9-5, mon-fri job is even commonplace anymore.

I have Robyn stuck in my head on an embarrassingly frequent basis. Also I frequently replace the words to "call your girlfriend" with "kill your boyfriend" in my head or out loud, and am only sort of kidding about it.

you like playing outside, talking about the impossibility of gender and language, climbing on rocks or plastic or ice, drinking coffee or tea or eating delicious food. You consider yourself to be at war with the existent, and are only kind of joking about it. you want to get coffee and talk about books or go to secret places in the woods for a picnic or climb on top of rooftops and drink 40s. you're not a cop.