He wants to know…

…who is responsible for this infatuation with being in love? Fuck you, Plato.


I Am A Cicada

So make some noise.

Bernard Shaw says:

“Animals are my friends, and I don’t eat my friends.”

Thank you, 19th century vegetarianism.

Post-It Mural

Self Explanatory:

I made a little mural with post-it notes

I made a little mural with post-it notes

Let’s Stay With the Fire Now.

I want to go to Fire Island in the winter. I have this image of snow-covered beaches. Docks and piers shattered by ice. Dunes of sparse and frozen grass, buried in a blanket of white.

Who knows if this is what it’s really like, Fire Island in the winter, but something about the idea of that eerie solitude speaks volumes to me.

I want to feel that ghost-town triumph, the bubbling sensation that, 4 months in either direction, the spot you’re standing in crawls with flesh and heat, a perennial congregation of naked bodies and self-deprecation.

I want to feel above that for just a second, a minute, a day, a weekend – a victory over the body dysmorphia and the emotionally stunted mind of every gay boy who doesn’t look like an Abercrombie model.

To take a stand in desolation and claim one’s existence. Nora Helmer would be proud of me.

Fire Island in the winter. It sounds like a frozen paradise.

We are Stardust, We are Golden…

Maybe it is just the time of year, or maybe it’s the time of man.

I don’t know who I am, but you know,

Life is for Learning…


And I dreamed I saw the bombers riding shotgun in the sky,

And they were turning into Butterflies above our nation.

Retail Racks of Plenty

Urban Outfitters’ clearance rack never ceases to provide me with gems for less than $10…and this time I thought, “why pass up the opportunity to cheekily deface a $4 t-shirt?”