I’m Steff. I’ll be your pilot. And this, this is my interstellar craft of truth and wit. Buckle up. There are no exits, fuck the front and side doors.
If you want celebrity gossip, this is not the blog for you. If you want comfortable postings that’ll fill you with happy fuzzy thoughts about the world at large, or self-help guru shit, this is not the blog for you.
When I write, I have a few goals in mind. I try to write the truth. Not in any kind of pretentious way, just what I know has been true for me. But mostly I write my take on the world at large, or my common sense approach to things like sex, relationships, and life in general. I’ll tackle politics when I think our personal freedoms are being infringed on just because some moralistic fucks think they have the monopoly on what is “right” in the world today, but don’t expect any treatises on economies any time soon. Sometimes I’ll just be off the cuff and ride a rollercoaster of irreverence.
I try to be original, but I’m borne of widely imitated styles from people like Hunter Thompson, or maybe people you don’t much read, like Paul Theroux, Bruce Chatwin, Philip Gourevitch, or Barry Farrell. I’m probably some alchemy of the strange reading lists to have made their way through my life.
I’m not one of these bloggers who’s actively out there whoring themselves and trying to become the Best Little Blogger In The World. I just don’t have the time. Right now, I write for me and I hope that somehow you’ll find something of value in it. I’m as honest and open as I can be, and I’m all right with sharing those things with you, but it’s a pretty empty process without your input.
We bloggers put a lot of our time into these things. Some blogs are worth their authors’ time, some are not. I would hope this one is worth mine. I would hope it’s worth your time to read it.