About me: I am not a priest, and if I was I would lie to you about it.
I own more underground comics than you've ever heard of. I do electronic music under the moniker Destroyed For Comfort . I find myself desiring to be barefoot as often as possible these days. I was born exactly 100 years (to the hour) that the last of the Molly McGuires was hanged, and exactly the same time period Philip K. Dick's 'A Scanner Darkly' and Robert Anton Wilson's 'Cosmic Trigger' was first published. Je suis une Marxiste, pendant Groucho. I empathize a lot more with homeless people and wait staff than most people seem to. When given the slightest chance, I will switch the topic of conversation to Cyndi Lauper. I'm a karaoke addict and a thrift-store junkie. Michael Moore stole an idea from me once. I love the way that fire looks and breaking glass sounds more than any law abiding citizen should. I'm not sure if I'm a good person that does bad things, or some sort of cabbagey vegetable. If you postpone my execution for a year, I will teach your horse to fly. I am both dyslexic and agnostic but you can keep your fucking comments about the existence of dog to yourself. If I seem unavailable, it's probably because I'm desperately pursuing something stupid and or dangerous. People frequently (and tragically) mistake my lack of convention for a lack of direction. People also (for good or for bad) tend to give me way too much credit for a lot of things that weren't my choice to begin with. I've never figured out how to reply to sexual offers from places farther than I'm willing to drive. If you're friends with P, well then you're friends with me. Imagine what we could do if we were spayed or neutered. Noone's gay for Moleman. I'm obsessed with the number 23 and video game systems/computers from the 1980s. I dust a bit. In addition, I am at the moment writing a lengthy indictment against our century. When my brain begins to reel from my literary labors, I make an occasional cheese dip.
I thought I wanted to be one of those pale, spider-like reclusive political misfits like Hakim Bey or Genesis P.Orridge but then I realized it's more effective (and more fun) to be involved directly in the outside world. So maybe I'm out handling all kinds of subversive personal agendas executed under dozens of aliases aimed at the expansion of the consciousness of mankind. Or maybe I just sit around all day drinking beer and watching cartoons. You may never really know.
Don't delude yourself into thinking you've just learned anything about me yet... every statement on this page, including this one, is completely false.
This is not a joke. Safety is not guaranteed.
Who I'd like to meet: What characteristics unify the gay men who call themselves bears? Are they bigger, hairier, older, kinkier, friendlier, rougher, more playful, or different in other ways from the general gay community? There are as many definitions of a bear as there are bears and bear-admirers. We don’t try to impose our own standards on that diversity. If you think you're bear, or if you love bears, and you are a legal adult, you are welcome.
I left the keys under the rug There's some meat up in the closet If you goin through it out tonight I'ma run up to Tower Records to get a pizza aight Ima come back yeah
