My opposition to what some people call “cancel culture” or “callout culture” is a direct logical extension of my opposition to the police and prisons--the opposition to retributive or punitive interpretations of justice ( Read more... )

These entries were originally written in private on a secret Tumblr blog.

August 10thWhen I was 3 or 4, I was molested by a woman who babysat me. I don’t have any memories of it, thankfully. I found out in my late teens because I’d overheard my parents mentioning it while drunk and partying with friends. I pried for answers and my mother told me ( Read more... )

(I originally wrote this on December 16th in what was then a private Tumblr blog I used while isolating and off of social media.)I have so much love and loyalty and compassion and care to give. It’s the only surplus resource I have and, I thought, the only asset of value I had to my name. For so long I thought this was a gift, and I couldn’t wait ( Read more... )

The highlight of most of my days was loitering around various spots around Schenectady with my brother like raccoons people-watching from behind a dumpster gate. We always had some shit to talk about, and being out in the middle of the night in a place like Schenectady assured us we'd be witness to something entertaining at one point or another. ( Read more... )

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December 2nd

I know it's natural and human and all that, but I hate saying it anyway because I'm not a goddamn bro and I really do just want love more than anything else... but I am furiously sexually frustrated lately. I wish there were anything I could do about it, but I live an isolated life, I'm not on social media, I'm ugly, I don't think I ( Read more... )

November 3rdI'm feeling really sick today with a sore throat and super stuffy nose. I hope it's coronavirus contracted by handling cash every day and never washing my hands. I'm really lonely right now ( Read more... )

October 1stI am so full of bitter rage and anger tonight. Human beings genuinely make me feel nauseated. Lately I've been thinking about maybe starting small fires or just setting things on the street aflame to help get some of this out of me ( Read more... )

September 1stI miss her so much. I know you aren't supposed to live "for" other people, but the reality was she was the only thing holding me together after the rest of my life was destroyed last year. I just don't have any incentive to take care of myself, or do anything creative, or make money, or see new things, or wake up, or try anymore. This ( Read more... )

August 1stCheating on your partner is one of the shittiest things you can do. I don't even like seeing it in movies, it makes me so viscerally upset. Having now been cheated on by a partner for the first time, I am even more disturbed by it, because finding out you've been cheated on has so many different layers of hurt that you must slowly flip ( Read more... )