Just kidding, I don't go around catching elves. Some info about me:

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I am white, cisgendered, six one, straight, glasses-wearing, on the nerdy side. Single, no kids, never married. My favorite "sport" is throwing a frisbee back and forth.

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I like reading and writing and work as a substitute teacher. (My setup is rather "bohemian," I guess, though not in an ostentatious or dissipated way: be forewarned, I am austere af; I don't frequent cafes or restaurants.) I'd eventually like to publish a book or something, maybe a book of poems, but am so far unpublished.

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I'm a Californian by birth and upbringing. Grew up in SoCal, but I've been in San Francisco for over a decade now.

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I kind of hate living here. I have family here, so that's why I'm here (i.e., I didn't choose it). It's a node of intersection between soul-deadening, rapacious global capitalism, on the one hand, and immiseration and urban squalor, on the other. It's morally indefensible, in other words. Plus, it's just loud and crowded, and I'm an introvert. The one upside is that I can get a lot of places by walking. (I'm a walker.) I dream about someday moving to Vermont and living closer to nature and getting to experience pronounced seasonal shifts, but I have no contacts there; it's just a dream.

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I'm from a dysfunctional, nuclear family. (Not much in the way of extended family to relieve the claustrophobia.) Not in a super lurid or melodramatic way; more in an insidiously subtle way. My parents had me when they were around forty, and now they are old, and as a family, we seems like we're more dysfunctional than ever. All those unresolved issues and character flaws that never got ironed out are impossible to hide, they just bubble forth with renewed force and reveal themselves more starkly.

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Some of my "intellectual" interests, beyond writing, include: nature (e.g., trees and birds), movies, political theory, and theology. I don't necessarily know very much about these things, but they attract my attention from time to time, and I may like to talk about them.

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Contact me with some sort of thoughtful introduction, please, if you contact me at all. (Maybe you shouldn't. You definitely don't have to, just because you read this.) I'm sorry, but very casual replies with minimal information are irritating to me. Thanks, and be well.

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