*For those of you with bricks for brains, the above headline and all other references to my studly status are JOKES--so don't bother sending me hate mail along the lines of "You're alright but you ain't all that. You're bony and you need to get over yourself." Ring any bells? I joke about my sexiness all the time. Am I happy with my appearance? Damn tootin' I am. Do I expect others to swoon at the mere sight of me? NO! So will the haters please get over THEMselves and restrain themselves from polluting my guestbook. Question my ideas, question my art, question my likes and dislikes and challenge me all you want. That I fully encourage and hope for, actually. But if all you have to say is that you think I'm ugly, don't waste my time.
Sorry about that, all. It's not like this site gets a lot of hits but apparently one of them left me quite a nasty comment that was rather uncalled for so I felt the need to point out my sarcastic nature to those too dimwitted to note it for themselves.
So, with that said, the pic on the left was from my SEXIER days at about 19 or 20 and the one on the left is from when I was 24. Personally I could deal without the glasses but I haven't gotten any new pics since I finally got contacts again. Also, you can't quite tell in the pic because it's pulled back, but my hair is significantly longer than it has ever been my whole life now and hasn't been cut in almost two years.
That aside, I'll point out what I know you're thinking--yes, I'm quite skinny. I weigh 110 to be exact--but that didn't stop them from using me in the March, 2001 issue of Playgirl (in the Real Men section.) (I'll get into that on the "Stupid Things I've Done" page!) I used to have grave issues with my lack of body mass growing up. Puberty was brutal enough without me looking like a stick figure. I actually didn't start taking my shirt off at the beach (or anywhere else, for that matter) until I was seventeen. People can be cruel. If I so much as wore shorts I got called disgusting, a crack baby, an AIDS baby, an ethiopian--just to spout off a couple that stand out the most. So once puberty finished it's assault and I filled out even just ten pounds, I kind of ran amok with the nudity thing--just because I finally could.
Currently I live in Providence, RI--AGAIN, grrrrr. If you don't know where that is--get a map! (For the record, it is NOT a part of New York or New Jersey!) I've been stuck back here for about a year and a half after two glorious--though HARD--years in sunny San Diego. The "sunny" is kind of a joke. If you ever lived in San Diego during the May Gray or the June Gloom, you know what I mean. Regardless, San Diego has definitely earned its title as one of the most beautiful cities in the country. For all intents and purposes, between the mild weather and the melting pot of people and cultures who all seem to get along, it is a modern day utopia. I liked it the most because the one city catered to my every whim and fancy. It had great beaches, awesome hiking and climbing trails, clustered city areas, awesome bars--everything.
But I digress. Moving on, I dropped out of college my first year. (Again, see stupid things I've done for more on this.) I am currently unemployed after a four year stint at DialAmerica. (Probably the STUPIDEST thing I have done in my life by far!) I've actually been unemployed since my return to the dreaded east--at the scoffing of others of course. My thing: Why the hell am I going to keep selling my soul to work go nowhere dead end jobs that only land me back HERE, of all places, when my Dad lets me stay in his house and do the one thing I've always wanted--WORK ON MY WRITING AND ART. And to all those critics out there, family or otherwise, who cannot stomach me "mooching off your father using writing as a guise," in the words of the great Insane Clown Posse--Suck my balls!!
Which brings me to the main point about me--my incessant need to create. I tackle any medium. I write, horror/fiction and occaionally poetry (ew!), I draw with ink, pencil, oil pastels--whatever strikes my fancy at the time. Creating things is all I am ever thinking of, morning noon and night. Well that and sex--but I am a guy. That's the area of this site I want to focus on the most (the art not the sex) throughout my course of updating and again--I am available for commissioned work (being the worthless unemployed mooch that I am, of course) if you see anything you like. Feel free to e-mail me requests and I'll let you know if it's something I can tackle or not. *Note: If you don't see me displaying a certain style of art it's because I've never tackled it and might not be able to--but ask anyway since I'm usually wlling to at least give it a go. You'll also notice some of my stuff isn't all that particularly hot; I'm still in the learning process with most mediums since I jump around between them so much. Anything done for commissioned work, however, recieves double my attention and effort and if I feel it is not up to par, I won't sell it.
Everything else about me, you'll be learning as you gallivant about my site. Below is a link to the main contents page. This is the page you should bookmark if you want to visit back if you want to skip the two intro pages and get right to the heart of this site.
Follow the angel of death below to the Contents page--go on, don't be shy . . .
