When asked where I'm from, I usually just say that I'm originally from the South, but I'm a cultural hybrid. I lived all over this country and then abroad for several years until I settled up in Brooklyn 8 years ago. I sincerely doubt I'll ever quit New York, I have Parisian habits I'll never be rid of, and I'm pretty convinced that pie is the answer to most problems.
I like reinventing the wheel, terrible puns, the oxford comma, bearded gents and sleek fem boys and swarthy bears and nerdy jewish boys, ice cream cones at Coney Island, being good to my people, and trying to be a better man than my father.
I'm passionate about whatever ideas and activities I'm pursuing and I surround myself with people who are as well.
Talking at unparalleled length about socio-political conditions of the French 19th century.
Books: L'éducation sentimentale, Arcadia, Tristram Shandy, Shamela, Rebecca, Les nourritures terrestres, Quatrevingt-treize, The House of Mirth, A Song of Ice & Fire, Letters to a Young Poet. Anything by Dickens, Zola, Edith Wharton, Jane Austen, Tolstoy.
Movies: My two favorites are Les Enfants de paradis (Carné) & Gone With the Wind (Fleming). Charade, The Lion in Winter, Annie Hall, Elizabeth, Donnie Darko, Psycho Beach Party, Election. Stupid action movies where the world is in danger of exploding.
TV: American Horror Story, Game of Thrones, Downton Abbey.
Things made of wood
Things made of paper
Things made of flesh
Things made of concrete
Things made of sound and fury
-A. Gide, Les Nourritures terrestres (livre IV).
And I can also save you some time and tell you that you need not proceed further if you're not okay with the fact that I am a transguy. It's reasonable to assume that that's a deal-breaker for some folks in the same way that poor manners or those weird toe shoes are for me. There, doesn't that make things easier?