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I am terrible with profiles; trying to summarise myself in a bloc of text is difficult. For the personal basics, I live in Tokyo. I am currenty teaching English to children while taking a break before some heavy-duty graduate work. I enjoy conversation, intellectual quandries, causing a scaene, and various substances including and especially the combination of coffee and cigarettes. I am queer, my gender is a mystery to even me, and I like sex.

I am definitely not what you could call the mainstram liberal, and also not what you could call a nhilistic moron. I lie politically somewhere between anarchist, socialist, and democratic tendencies. While I am registered in the US as a Democrat, I do not buy that party's line, and use it mostly as a link to the inside of the establishment, which I choose to subvert and change from within and without. I am white, and I do my best to work against racism; racism and white-identity are still relevant and active constructs that should be given great attention. I grew up in various socio-economic statuses including upper-middle, lower-middle, working and working-poor classes. I Identify with the working-poor portion of my history, as this has most influenced my perspectives in life.

If you would like to know more about me, attempt some contact. Most of the people who read this blog are long-time acquaintances or friends; the blog is indeed "friends-only".
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I haven't fucked much with the past, but I've fucked plenty with the future. Over the skin of silk are scars from the splinters of stations and walls I've caressed. A stage is like each bolt of wood, like a log of Helen, is my pleasure. I would measure the success of a night by the way by the way by the amount of piss and seed I could exude over the columns that nestled the P.A. Some nights I'd surprise everybody by skipping off with a skirt of green net sewed over with flat metallic circles which dazzled and flashed. The lights were violet and white. I had an ornamental veil, but I couldn't bear to use it. When my hair was cropped, I craved covering, but now my hair itself is a veil, and the scalp inside is a scalp of a crazy and sleepy Comanche lies beneath this netting of the skin. I wake up. I am lying peacefully I am lying peacefully and my knees are open to the sun. I desire him, and he is absolutely ready to seize me. In heart I am a Moslem; in heart I am an American; in heart I am Moslem, in heart I'm
an American artist, and I have no guilt. I seek pleasure. I seek the nerves under your skin. The narrow archway; the layers; the scroll of ancient lettuce. We worship the flaw, the belly, the belly, the mole on the belly of an exquisite whore. He spared the child and spoiled the rod. I have not sold myself to God.

-Patti Smith, Babelogue

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