What’s up, ya frickin perv-nerds? It’s housekeeping time, but it’s more like housebuilding, and I don’t care that that is the corniest thing I’ve ever said because I’m excited. The family of love and loathing fucknuts is growing steadily, and I’m all warm and fuzzy inside. You all have fingered the proverbial lightbulb.
Lately, I’ve received some rad ihatethesepeople subscriber essays in my inbox that are too good to simply let die in the private void of my Gmail archives. So, periodically, I will post them here, in this void, for all the other void dwellers to see. Turns out, I am not the only angry and confused heart juggler on the internet. I have a lot to learn from you all.
So, next time you feel the need to get in the comments section of a Taylor Swift video, reply to an idiot on Twitter, leave a passive-aggressive note on the refrigerator, go to confessional, yell at your kid, kill your neighbor’s poodle, trip a child, relapse, or prolapse, blast an email to daisycashin@gmail.com and let the void know what’s got you all torqued up.
I want all of it: you, your family, your shitty town, your shitty job, your ex, your neighbor, good times, bad highs, that time you banged your babysitter (does this really happen?), your creepy math teacher, art, politics, religion, peckers, vaginas, neither, bad sex, heartbreak, idiot uncles, therapists, sports, funerals, philosophy, hospitals, missing limbs, extra limbs, and the regular ass day to day slog of life. Send me all of the fear, love, sadness, silliness, and anger in your body. Just remember to do it with a little bit of love.
There are no length or format requirements. Make them one sentence or one hundred pages. Feel free to include pictures, voice memos, songs, farts, and whatever else. Just blast from the goddamn heart, baby. Entries will remain anonymous unless explicitly requested otherwise, for instance, to promote something or a draw attention to a cause. If you have a sweet alias you’d like to go by, let me know.
Lastly, every now and then, I will be posting paid-subscriber-only posts. They will be a little more unhinged (uh oh) and a lot more raw—small-town smut, Bill Murray slander, multi-media stuff, Michael Vick defenses, Charleston chaos, a problematic thought or two, and maybe even some photos of my fuzzy Neanderthal feet. NO FREE FEET!
Otherwise, everything is going to be the same.
Hello, world. Let’s get weird.
Bring it!!! 😀
Love this idea! I can’t wait to participate! And I will subscribe to país because really love your stuff!