I Turned Forty, And Im Finally Going

Cool Is Spent. Cool Is Empty. Cool Is Ex Post Facto. When Advertisers And Pundits Hoard A Word, You Know It's Time To Retire From It. To Move On. I Want To Suggest, Therefore, That We Begin To Avoid Cool Now. Cool Is A Trick To Get You To Buy Garments Made By Sweatshop Laborers In Third World Countries. Cool Is The Triumph Of The Will. Cool Enables You To Step Over Bodies. Cool Enables You To Look The Other Way. Cool Makes You Functional, Eager For Routine Distraction, Passive, Doped, Stupid.

Capitalism, In The Realm Of Sexuality, I Figure, Thinks That We Behave In Specific Ways, Like A Breast Is Always Going To Produce A Hard-on For Some Product, Whereas The Truth Is That Sexuality Is Always A Continuum, Which Can Be Characterized By Reversals.

I Love Comic Books And Always Did As A Kid.

The Process Of Composition, Messing Around With Paragraphs And Trying To Make Really Good Prose, Is Hardwired Into My Personality.

I Am A Better Writer For Having Fewer Demons, And I Am More Curious About The World And The People In It. So Those Of You Thinking You Might Need Your Demons In Order To Be Creative: I Beg To Differ.