The rectangle that you’re looking at is a piece that I carved out of the internet for myself. It’s not a place that you’ll find what you’re looking for. You won’t relate to the words that you read here, and quite frankly, if you fail to heed my warnings, I hope that they make you uncomfortable. You really shouldn’t be here, though. Kindly leave.
Contact
I’ve tried this before. I list an address, and all of the sudden, my place is a crash pad for everyone with a GPS, which is really everyone. If you need to get ahold of me, use the private messaging function on FourSquare. You can fill out this form or click one of my social media icons, but you really should do it all: I’m building a massive database on my visitors.
The Wall of Admiration
(Sites where there actually is something going on.)
DrunkInAMidnightChoir – One of the best lit mags I’ve ever read. Honored to have been a small part of it as Chillbear Latrigue.
Art Root – So fresh that we don’t know how to describe it yet. It’s still better than what you’re doing right now.
Romance Riders – In the event that we aren’t massacred in a robot apocalypse or some lesser apocalypse, we’ll need outfits, and probably more than just one. If I wore ladies’ clothing, this is where I’d go. What’s a romper, by the way?