It has been called to my attention that another woman helped a man "find" my very public and visible blog and instead of telling him what an imbecile he is for not reading it sooner. Instead of telling him how his behavior is deserving of what was written about him. Instead of seeing that she certainly would speak this freely about a guy doing what he was doing if she had the guts to. She brought it to him like a begging dog waiting for a treat. Even Curly, $@719's pet friend

This blog is not and never has been a secret. I've actually never kept my blog a secret from any man ever. It is my social media handle, I post the stuff I write on main, and I talk to everyone in it about it. Yet, without fail, every man featured in it doesn't read it until I've started showing signs of resentment towards them. I send them excerpts that I think they'll like, I do them the respect of not using their real names (until I despise them and they become "some men")

If you ever find yourself wondering where you stand with me, you don’t need to ask. You don’t need to guess. You certainly don’t need to send a “hey” at 11:47 p.m. like a man who just remembered his plant needs water. You only need to read my writing. My prose is a barometer of respect, emotional meteorology at its finest. When the forecast turns cloudy, you’ll see it in the syntax, the tone, the subtle choice to start referring to you as “someone” instead of “Matthew” (Matt

I’ve been sick for like two weeks and because of that I've been out of routine. What’s my routine? Day 10 of illness. Miss Komal said "what! You are sick look at your eyes. Go away from me!" I wake up between 8 and 10 am. Usually by 9:15 I brush my teeth, brush my hair, and do my skin care Then, I drink my bone broth and/or low pasteurized, A2, cream-on-top whole milk and Magic Spoon Then, I put on my gym clothes, harness Arneis (if he’s with me), then we walk to Warehouse. A

Every time I've ever had a dating app, it is flooded with the palest men of "color" imaginable swiping on me. Truly paper white men that look like what Kylie Jenner brought to her surgeon and that's the only way you know they're not actually white. Like they have ethnic features for sure, but if you put them in the sun, they don't sweat, they sparkle. You know? My other dark skinned friends seem to experience similar. Shul, Dani, and I are but young racers trying to best Gho

Another day, another afterwork cocktail with Dani. Blessings. I cannot complain. I cannot complain about the quality of my life at least because it's awesome. I work every day with one of my best friends for only 90 min a day, I own a successful business, I'm surrounded by loving friends and family, I have a condo on top of the PATH, and I'm one of God's favorite people. Literally it's crazy how good it is and I attribute that good fortune to being a quality person. I truly

I'm article farming today. That's what Matthew would call it. I'm trying to come up with things to write on my dating blog as someone who doesn't date. We have resorted to eating our horses- Alexander Hamilton; "Hamilton" I was sitting on my couch today thinking "I should really have gotten a rishta or something" and it came to me that I probably am not the only person that thinks this. I also owe an article about the difficulty of dating in NYC to a certain speed dating comp

There is a certain cultural myth we keep recycling about romance: that being “hard to get” creates mystery, allure, and emotional magnetism. That the best way to catch someone’s interest is to withhold your own. However, for me, someone with a quiet, steady, secure attachment, this is not seductive. It’s not intriguing. It’s the ultimate turn off. Why? When you’re securely attached, distance doesn’t read as depth. It reads as disinterest. And unlike people who chase crumbs

Let’s get something out in the open: I am done playing linguistic dress-up to make neurotypical people feel comfortable. A week or so ago, I ranted over the phone to every fellow autistic person I could think of at the moment. I broke down to Dani as I did split squats, I sobbed on the stair climber while sending voice notes to Adnan, sobbed some more to Kara as I walked to, and then raged to Kat as we walked through SoHo. One tense and difficult conversation with a particul

Pirates of the Caribbean did what no major film series has ever done, show us the evils of the East India Trading Company and all the ethnic groups united to fight back against it. As a Jamaican, I am especially enamored with these movies as Elizabeth and Will live there in the first and second films. They live in the now sunken, Port Royal. In Port Royal we see the beginnings of England's slave trade and indentured servants through the background actors. From the very begin

Kafir this! Kafir that! You and your home boys don't know how to act! I don't know a single Muslim woman that's not struggling to get a 30+ year old Muslim man to realize his time is UP and he needs to get a grip. Worry about that

Iman is kind Iman is patient Iman is uplifting Iman is encouraging Iman is nurturing Iman has been working with children since she was 15 years old. Iman reminds you of your mother. Iman has soft flesh that curves in just the right places for you to imagine her holding your baby, your toddler, and your elementary schooler...for holding you. You're tired of being a man, you want to be babied. You imagine yourself coming home and being babied when you look at her. No! Not that

Another day giving an old lady my seat while hordes of able bodied men sit on the PATH. Disgusting. No wonder the birth rates are declining. Who could desire to procreate with these losers?  A couple months ago Sarah and I did a show for the children at the Grove Street PATH Plaza. This mentally unstable woman came and began attacking us and the children. The mothers in attendance quickly mobilized. They created a stroller wall around the children, then worked together to cal

Exclaimed Ranger as he read my books for the first time in the 2 years and 8 months he has known me. "You can lead a horse to water..." It's always baffled me; the way that men will stalk my social media for years, go crazy trying to understand me, and even make horrible plays in an effort to hook my attention without once reading my blog posts or books. It's actually quite insane in my humble opinion. Every last one of them would have saved themselves years of unrest and fru

I am unhappy with the expectations of 4th Wave Feminism. I don't want to impose this unhappiness on others and I don't think that there's anything necessarily wrong with 4th Wave Feminism (lying here), but it's not what I want for myself and I am burdened by guilt imposed upon me by it. What do I feel guilty about? Wanting to feel owned by a man Wanting to be guided by a man Wanting my beauty to be a source of pride for a man There's more, but that's all I can battle through

Perhaps I am in the position of Kylo Ren? I was re-reading Iman's Little Blog part 2 and providing commentary for Ranger to better understand me while he read it this evening. Ranger feels strongly that $@719 was doing his best to communicate to me and I was moving evil. I don't consider my actions to be evil, but I suppose that Kylo Ren didn't either until he was faced with the realization that they were. Well, no, he knew they were evil, but he thought they were right. Did

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