This one time just after I’d turned 23, I went to a Seattle bar for a philosophy meetup, but there’d been a mixup with the scheduling and the only other person who showed up was a middle-aged man who was clearly too happy to see I was the only other person. He wore a polo shirt, bought me a drink, and asked me with a thick smile if I had a boyfriend.
your way of writing is refreshingly honest, and your life seems so full of connection and earnest living, if that makes sense. rarely do i enjoy reading about other people's lives, at least not this much, so thank you for your continued writing
Love this and your willingness to see people for people without judgement and find the love in them. I’ve met many homeless people and am friends with many former ones, some of the best people I’ve ever known. Your writing is beautiful!
Reminds me a bit my youth when I was hanging out with alcoholics and taught one how to use computer and play video games. At 40y old he hasn't ever seen pc before and enjoyed it like a child. His favourite was GTA3, sinked into this game to the point he almost stopped drinking. It was in 2012 and now he's long dead but at least he died as a gamer!
The major issue in homelessness is not the lack of housing. It's the refusal of society to say no. No, you can't camp in this city. No, you can't shit in the streets. No, you can't panhandle aggressively. No, you can't shoot up publicly and leave your used needles lying around. The fact that we are not going to allow you to destroy our city by doing these things is not our problem. It's your problem. You can solve your problem by not doing drugs, getting help for your mental problems, getting a job, and sharing rent with others so inclined until you can afford a place of your own, probably in a lower cost community. This is not going to happen because the people we have elected allow the homeless to wallow in their victimhood rather than accept personal responsibility for their self destructiveness.
Gay and feel good if this is supposed to pass off as autobiographical . No way any of this really happened. Would fit well in a novella though. This is fiction right?
I found it highly arousing, thinking of you masturbating to the idea of forcibly rejecting the creepy college guy. That’s not my kink, but it was more the idea that it turned you on.
This article is truly amazing. I live in Hong Kong and on a personal trip to US recently and always curious about the life and choice of the homeless people when I saw them. I kept thinking about this for many days until ‘BAM’ that morning I got your newsletter feeling like it’s a download from the universe:)
Not only your article answered to all my curiosity, the courageous and authentic story-telling and stories themselves captured my heart.
I wish I can also, for once, experience sitting with a few of the homeless people at corner of some street shop chatting about the unknown. I am still intimidated even saying so.
Thank you again for being the proxy of my universe.
your way of writing is refreshingly honest, and your life seems so full of connection and earnest living, if that makes sense. rarely do i enjoy reading about other people's lives, at least not this much, so thank you for your continued writing
I masturbated to it later.
Really amazing and honest. I really hope Train is doing well
I've "Narrated" this article with ElevenLabs in your voice, I always read way better with my ears. Let me know if you would like me to get rid of it.
https://askwhocastsai.substack.com/p/adventures-with-the-homeless-people
Love this and your willingness to see people for people without judgement and find the love in them. I’ve met many homeless people and am friends with many former ones, some of the best people I’ve ever known. Your writing is beautiful!
Reminds me a bit my youth when I was hanging out with alcoholics and taught one how to use computer and play video games. At 40y old he hasn't ever seen pc before and enjoyed it like a child. His favourite was GTA3, sinked into this game to the point he almost stopped drinking. It was in 2012 and now he's long dead but at least he died as a gamer!
The major issue in homelessness is not the lack of housing. It's the refusal of society to say no. No, you can't camp in this city. No, you can't shit in the streets. No, you can't panhandle aggressively. No, you can't shoot up publicly and leave your used needles lying around. The fact that we are not going to allow you to destroy our city by doing these things is not our problem. It's your problem. You can solve your problem by not doing drugs, getting help for your mental problems, getting a job, and sharing rent with others so inclined until you can afford a place of your own, probably in a lower cost community. This is not going to happen because the people we have elected allow the homeless to wallow in their victimhood rather than accept personal responsibility for their self destructiveness.
Gay and feel good if this is supposed to pass off as autobiographical . No way any of this really happened. Would fit well in a novella though. This is fiction right?
I found it highly arousing, thinking of you masturbating to the idea of forcibly rejecting the creepy college guy. That’s not my kink, but it was more the idea that it turned you on.
So cool, thanks for sharing
I enjoyed reading this a lot, it's very well written thank you
"People are people, so why should it be
You and I should get along so awfully?"
- D.M.
I first heard this in a comfortable cushioned seat in Pizza Hut as a nine year old in the 80s. Now homeless (with a college degree), I feel it.
Aella probably ranks off the scale in openness
Hoo ra. Way of the Wanderers.
Wow, that takes me back, hanging out with Ave Rats and hitting up A Pizza Mart.
This article is truly amazing. I live in Hong Kong and on a personal trip to US recently and always curious about the life and choice of the homeless people when I saw them. I kept thinking about this for many days until ‘BAM’ that morning I got your newsletter feeling like it’s a download from the universe:)
Not only your article answered to all my curiosity, the courageous and authentic story-telling and stories themselves captured my heart.
I wish I can also, for once, experience sitting with a few of the homeless people at corner of some street shop chatting about the unknown. I am still intimidated even saying so.
Thank you again for being the proxy of my universe.