Well let me tell you, I have had one hell of a ride since moving here from New York. First of all, I live in Wicker Park which is totally cool if you dig cats who ride seven-foot high bicycles or trannies doing the Tango with potted plants in the middle of traffic... not that there's anything wrong with promenading across Damen and Milwaukee wearing purple tights with the ass checks cut out.



As a published novelist and PhD myself, I adore the fact that all my neighbors fancy themselves "writers." Of course, not having written some sort of manifesto published at Kinkos, I am their inferior... but a poor NY boy can dream. I also feel a little guilty 'cause I moved out here for the big corporate gig... I'm such a sell out what with my two tv's, plumbing, and on-demand electricity. Is it weird that I carry my resume around on my jump drive? But at least I still drive a Jeep!



All in all, I've had wonderful success on CL. Only one date had a penis (albeit well tucked), and most of the others were recognizably female(except for that one, and I'll never talk). I feel like it's kinda politically incorrect to insist my women resemble... well... women, but I guess I'm just an old school NY motha fucka.



Since moving here, I've discovered that I have a Big Ten fetish second only to my shoe fetish. And a recent biospy shows that my liver is well prepped for the coming season, so I'm ready for whatever may come my way.



Ball's in your possession... show me what you got. Put some sizzle to the steak that yo mamma gave ya!