In regards to my story.
I don't think I actually wrote a novel. I think this book “is an apology for my lack of respect and sympathy towards the women who were, and still is, in my life—it is an apology from a man, who lacked the understanding of the female perspective—it is a cluster fuck of intimate and romantic, yet irresponsible emotional expulsion that I didn't know what to do about... not until now.” I make this post without hesitation to let everyone know that this is me—this story, a creative non-fiction—and that I dedicate these to the women who taught me that I can love, but also that I could hurt—and that I could hurt a lot. And with sincerity from a man made naked by his own feelings, I truly am grateful. And more importantly, I am sorry. /I realize that this seems a little dark and melancholy... and so I must say: I wrote this with a smile under my ceiling fan's bright light; just thinking about how it was back then, so we can all move forward to what is now./ #boygod #boygodsplayground