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For a long time I didn’t feel like a real man. I wasn’t really sure what being a real man was supposed to feel like, but the very insecure and clumsy state of mind I was…

There are many things I don’t like, and that’s fine. I hardly have any problems with my simple human preferences and opinions, the things that show up in daily life when you get to interact with…

This is what happens sometimes: I write blogs or poems and post them on social platforms. I record videos and share them online. I invite people to spend some time with me, for free. I invest…

When you know you’re alive, you have everything you need to know. That’s all. Being awake is just that: The simple, basic knowing of aliveness. A delicate energetic hum. So sweet, so obvious. And SO powerful…

I am. I am here. I am here now. I woke up with the sun in my face. A golden light was shining on the gardens behind my bedroom window. The sky was a perfect pale…

Peanut butter. Podcasts. Porn. There are kangaroos. And fried eggs. Trains and lemons and raindrops. Sadness, sardines and sausages. Cactuses. Clarity. Cantaloupes. Chaos. Crab and crap and coziness. Broken legs and broken hearts and broken mugs….