i've made it.
pabst, 2003 -- by chad
Someone has been anonymously posting links to my blog in Craigslist, and I feared backlash.
Well, it happened.
And I couldn't feel more validated.
Seems I've ruffled someone in Los Angeles. That's okay...I'd rather have someone read what I write and hate it then not read it at all. Besides, it had enough of an impsct on whoever posted that to actually go out of their way to rant about it on Craigslist.
Here's the post:
Rant: what a load of e-crap
Reply to: firstname.lastname@example.org
Date: 2005-02-20, 10:02PM PST
this guy is so full of himself. 90% of what he says is made-up, obviously. entertaining fiction, perhaps, but snap out of fantasy island pal.
hit this blog up and inflate the boy's need for attention.
it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests
Wow! I couldn't believe it when I read that...a bit annoyed, but mostly amused. Just for the record...a self-absorbed explanation:
Everything in this blog is true, 100%. I just describe things the way you would if you were watching a movie. In fact, when I write about an experience, it's like I'm watching a videotape of it in my mind, and I'm only dictating what happens. I decided a long time ago when I was in Catholic high school in Cleveland I wasn't going to have a boring, everyday life, and writing about it consistently keeps my brain sharp, and my sanity intact. Exercising your mind is just as important as going to the gym, and writing almost every day helps me keep my sanity, not to mention deal with things like, oh, the death of my grandmother and the pain of breaking up with someone you really fell hard for. As far as attention goes, this is just a website. I'm flattered so many people read this blog, but ultimately, it's for me and me only, and a healthy way to deal with the everyday stresses of life. Trust me, I've seen many people deal with stress the wrong way, and the end up like my tina-addicted friend. I walk down the streets an anonymous person, ordinary-looking, unnoticed like everyone else. I don't want any attention.
Although a complete stranger came up to me in the Castro at 18th and Collingwood this morning and said, "Are you Chad Fox?"
"Um, maybe," I said, taken off-guard.
"You have that gay blog, right?"
Oh great. A gay blog. I need to butch it up a bit in here. Apparently Stop Touching My Food has a sexual preference. "Yeah, I guess."
"I was at the party, and I finally put two and two together. I thought I recognized you. When I read about it on your blog, I knew that was you! I've been addicted to it for the past month now."
"Thanks," I said, self-conciously. I really needed coffee at that point.
It kinda freaked me out a bit; I'm actually really shy at first. After the freakiness, I was completely floored. Well, sidewalked.
Oh, you know what I mean.
Besides, I did the same thing to Bradford Shellhammer when I ran into him on Market Street early one morning about a month ago.
"Hey, are you Bradford Shellhammer?"
"Um, yeah." He looked a bit freaked out, and in need of coffee. But adorable as ever.
"Uh, thanks for linking me on your blog. I love reading it." I felt lunkish and awkward.
I felt like an ass and wanted to just vanish. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!
Anyway, don't ask why I was in the Castro this morning. It has something to do with the Navy boy. I'll blog about it later.
So anyway, thank you, Los Angeles Person Who Dislikes Me. Thank you for reading my e-crap, and pootzing about my blog on Los Angeles craigslist rants-n-raves. You have made my entire year. This photo is for you, from the Bay Area to the Southland, and I mean this in the warmest, friendliest way possible:
fuckyouchad, 2005 -- by chris a.
A bit of 'Frisco love for ya. From Oakland to SacTown, the Bay Area and back down, Cali is where they put they mack down.
Seems whoever posted that on Craigslist...deleted it.