What’s in a genius?

More than my promotion of sex work, critical readers of my book seem most upset that I refer to myself as a genius as a child. I did write that portion knowing it would upset people, even dear friends telling me it felt abrasive to read. I’ve always been cocksure, arrogant in a way that’s off-putting to many. I could turn it down, tone it down, but I’ve found the best way to deal with this polarizing aspect of myself is to treat it with a little levity, to roast myself in the process for being such a self aggrandizing asshole, because, in the end, my ego truly is ridiculous, but I’d rather crack jokes about being an asshole than pretend I’m not.

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