The only thing I know how to do well is write & I can’t make a living at it, so idk what I’m supposed to fucking do.

It always cracks me up when people think the phrase “there’s no ethical consumption under capitalism” is a defeatist injunction to do whatever the fuck you want with no moral considerations.

I’m sorry, parents who just need an uninterrupted 10 minutes, ACAB includes Paw Patrol.

Oh look at that! ARCs have landed! If you requested on, it’s on its brave little way!

I really loved Nick Cave’s “I’m struggling with god & belief” music more than I love his “I believe wholeheartedly in god” music. Idk, I’m happy for him, but there’s only a few bangers written by “saved” folks and most of them are from Sufjan Stevens & Bob Dylan’s born-again phase.

How do I find & befriend Chip Taylor? I rarely anymore hear music where I think, “Wow, I want to be friends with whoever wrote this,” but that is exactly how I feel about all his songs.

I baked a lime custard pie with coconut whipped cream for work today. I call it The Harry Nilsson Pie.

Omg I just got made an offer to come in for a residency at the low res mfa in my hometown, to see if I want to eventually move to faculty there??? What is today???

I’d call it Eat Shit and Die, AI. Jk, I would never fucking do this.

Yo the strand in nyc usually does huge superstar events (I met Nick Cave, Laurie Anderson, and John Lewis there!), but they have somehow agreed to host an event for my new book?!?!?!? I am overwhelmed with joy. Jesus Christ. I actually am smiling.

“Then you take that love you made And you stick it into Someone else's heart Pumping someone else's blood And walking arm in arm You hope that don't get harmed But even if it does You'll just do it all again.”

I made a lil playlist for THE GRIEF SHOP, coming out in June from @sevenstories.bsky.social. open.spotify.com/playlist/7jP...

In my new book, the main character does collage art, so I had a custom collage piece made for someone working on the book, with all the themes from the book in it. I think it's pretty neat.

& he has lit the chain of his famous cigarillo!

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I just took an IQ test for shits and giggles and apparently I **lost 30 points since childhood**??? Okay look, that’s troubling and scary? Am I supposed to bring this up to my doctor? I honestly feel a lot less able to remember things and work out solutions to things than I used to be able to?

ngl.link/alexyoooooo Take your best shot. :)

I just applied for one of those romance novel ghostwriting gigs, and, yes, I did send them Luigi Mangione erotica as my writing sample. 😇

It's not just ICE; borders themselves are inherently violent & are upheld with such. Yes, ICE is horrible, and has always been horrible, but they don't exist without borders.

One of my very favorite writers, a friend from Ohio who put out 4 books in a few years, quit writing shortly after his last book came out. It makes me sad all the time.

Decided I was finally ready to give away my pup's things to someone who needs them, made posts in Buy Nothing groups, and spent the last 15 minutes in tears. Maybe I'm not ready?

Yo perimenopause (especially when you’re not a fan of estrogen to begin with) is no fucking joke. I cried for 3 hours this week over a pie crust that wasn’t even that bad. I was also randomly spotting. Methinks the two may be connected.

Teaching: where people who are probably on the spectrum braindump their special interests to a captive audience.

I have such a messy, chaotic Bluesky presence; I hope none of my students ever look me up.

Well, happy Valentine's Day. Here's one of my favorite love songs. "The night expands, I am expanding. I watch your hands like butterflies landing." youtu.be/z4eh0NaYNCg

Spent a good portion of the morning thinking about kms (first time in years), then I remembered living for spite if nothing else.

oh great, now I'm having a fucking panic attack

I am sitting here crying because I have to go into a shitty job where people are going to make me feel like shit all day. I don't know how to function in this world. I don't know how to jerk people off, and I don't know how to keep my mouth shut. There is literally no hope for me.

Remember I had a decent job? And then the company started an ultra-fash imprint the day after the election? And hired a Project 2025 writer to head it? And I quit for moral reasons? I fucking hate having morals. I fucking hate it. It has never brought me anything good in this fucked up world. Ever.

"I'm stubborn as those garbage bags that time cannot decay. I'm junk - but I'm still holding up this little wild bouquet."

I don't want to go to work today I don't want to go to work today I don't want to go to work today I don't want to be made to feel like shit about myself today I don't want to go to work today I don't want to go to work today I don't want to go to work today I don't want to go to work today

Next time I fuck something up at work and my boss gives me a hard time, I’m just going to say, “teach me to do better or fire me.” Because I’m sick of everyone treating me like a dumbass at work who’s there for them to talk down to.

I like when people say Luigi is just some rich kid because I’m like, “That’s what we want! We want traitors to the upper classes! We want billionaires who give away all their money and rich kids who get socially conscious!!!”

Think these age verification sites far overestimate my dedication to using any fucking web space. No, you may not have my ID, and go fuck yourself.

Had a horrible day at work. Came home and did a quick google search on my books to learn that as I was crying outside work about how useless I am, someone was posting on Reddit about how much my book Breaking the Curse helped them recover from addiction. Very much needed that tonight.

“Which I made more than” omg it’s 6 am and autocorrect is killing me dead

If you think it’s a privileged position to be a professor, I’m here to tell you it makes me a cool $150 a week (which made more as when I worked in an ice cream stand at age 15, nearly 30 years ago). This will likely be my rate for years unless I get a tenure-track position. The more you know!

I don't want to go to work today, but I have to. Nobody's going to make the Valentine's Day cheesecakes and pots de creme but me.

“Like if Nick Cave, Leonard Cohen, and Chip Delaney had a baby and then the baby watched too much Twilight Zone and also became a transsexual.”

5 years ago today, Roxy Music, Dog of Doom became my pup. She’s been gone for 4 months, but she’ll be my best friend forever. I miss you Roxy. I hope the Rainbow Bridge is better than you could have hoped for. I’ll be as decent a human as I can in hopes I get to see you again in the afterlife.

I am turning off my computer & making mushroom alfredo. And that's that.

I am sooooo over the internet and the way people go out of their way to create the most uncharitable read of everything they see.

I have my posts set so people who I don't follow can't respond to them. I find it creepy & weird when people quote tweet them to get around this, or screenshot me to dunk on them with no idea of who I am, what I stand for, or where I come from.

“Let us lay in the sun & count every beautiful thing we can see.”

Super grateful for the people still doing book reviews -- often unpaid -- at small venues, just for the purpose of being good literary citizens. With the gutting of every major book review outlet, we need these folks more than ever.

I have Cptsd and I don’t respond well to perceived hostility. It’s why i dont have comments open to people i haven’t vetted in some way, and block liberally. Nobody i don’t know is entitled to my time or energy, and they also don’t deserve my anxiety. I don’t come online to talk to strangers.

The only thing I quoted you on was “anti-rural rhetoric” which is quite obviously in your post. And, like, why are you trying to skate around my boundaries of having comments from strangers turned off. Total creepy behavior that puts me on the defensive.

It’s not in the least “anti-rural rhetoric” to say cost of living is different in different places. That common sense. And the entire post was about how $40k would make him feel rich. He has quite obviously never lived in NYC. Please read the explanation before white knighting for your friend.

Some notoriously angry trans man tried to subtweet my "40K a year is low for jobs that only exist in New York City" post about editing, lol. Blocked immediately. I'd seen this same person angryily subtweeting just about everyone I know, so it was not a hard decision lol.