In my high school yearbook someone called me a chameleon, and it never sat well with me, despite being completely true.
Ten years ago I was living in the small factory town I was born in. Libertarian internet weirdo. Forum fanatic. Evangelical bible school teacher. I was searching.
Now I'm 26, somewhere left of Trotsky, figuring out how to be a kinder more loving man, telling stories about queer people and poor people and weird people in the Midwest.
In my free time I run a writer's workshop, and advocate for universal healthcare in Detroit.
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