I am a privileged, white, middle class, asshole, atheist, hipster (regrettably), photographer, writer, journalist, feminist, catharsis-craving cinephile, and hopeless romantic with a mad sex drive.
Though I may be crazy and incredibly weird, I am the friendliest person you will ever meet and I am more trustworthy than Waka Flocka.
I am the soul writer of Bamboozling, Canoodling, and Hiding. BCH is the blog I started. Its title strains to allude to life's schemes - commercialization, religion, and unclear notions; as well as life's wonders - nature, love, art; and finally life's disappointments - dishonesty, failure, embarrassment, and coincidence.
In my day-to-day life I try to speak my mind with honesty. Life's too short to figure out how to be perfect, so I'm just going to be me. But for the days I can't speak out loud, you can be certain I'll write about it here.