I'm your girlfriend's non-threatening male friend.
I fell in love with Sadness when I was young, but she's been sleeping around, and I'm mad as hell about it.
I've got teeth and claws, but I want to be gentle, gentle.
I believe Jesus is the Son of God -- but that's homeless, itinerant, pacifist, friend-of-drunks-and-prostitutes, uncomfortably ethnic Jesus -- not American capitalist Jesus.
This blog is mostly my writing, and while I want to make you laugh or cry like anybody else, I'll find it more gratifying if you cringe. I admire honesty more than anything else, like when Aaron Weiss sings "I'm still technically a virgin after 27 years," and when David Bazan admits to being haunted by a holy Ghost. I consider it my mission to make decent church-going folk uncomfortable; to force pious young men in Bible-reference graphic tees to admit that sometimes they finish masturbating and sob. But don't take it to mean that I don't believe in orthodox Christian sexual ethics; I just don't believe in refusing to talk about things that exist.
I'm still definitely a virgin after 25 years,
And it's always bothered me before,
And I'm scared there might be fifty more.
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