/lit/ - Literature

>>19536444
Actually anyone who followed my Facebook at the time would completely see it as part of my character, in fact they asked me to since I was always vocal about selling porn. Everyone knew me as "the porn guy" and my apartment looked like a sex dungeon with a bathtub right in the open. Many times women just got naked in front of me when I picked up a camera. I cannot tell you how many times I was doing home-videos like on my old YouTube page and women would just take off their clothes. A lot! Like if I am openly taking photos in my apartment and a woman starts taking her clothes off, I think posting a non-identifiable photo of someone is akin to vulgar graffiti on a bathroom wall. This isn't exactly the town square. Am I a scoundrel? Sure, but up until my kid was born I was on cocaine the entire time. I openly did a ton of cocaine while living downtown in Vancouver. It all began when we bought an ounce of el puro blow in Costa Rica for $220 from the fattest and sweatiest Jamaican I'd ever seen.

Never claimed to be a perfect person, but I hope my presence here helps others to continue writing despite the obstacles put in front of them. :)

I think the only thing that could stop me at this point would be my death, pretty committed at this point to my goals in life. Even if I lost everything and ended up in a gulag due to never taking the vaccine, as long as I have pen and paper, and an internet connection, I'll linger around these web spaces and encourage my fellow man to self-express through fiction.

You know, these "seek help" guys, I believe if they were genuinely concerned for my well-being, they might consider that we live in a world so absolutely unpleasant, so clowned up, that through dark humour and fiction, we can escape. Maybe I'm a schizo, that's cool, I don't mind, but please respect the idea that inside my creative space, inside the fictional stories I can weave together, I'm free from the mental constraints of an aggressively, non-chill world.