“Allow me to Reintroduce Myself…”

I’m not a Renaissance Man, I’m the Renaissance, man. Forged by eclectically empathic experiences from thirty years of grinding myself to find myself, learning & teaching, writing & fighting, pouring body, mind, spirit into my passions and pursuits. I was a Black Belt in Kung fu at just 13. I am the Beat(en) voice of my Generation at 32. I’m also striving to live a naturalistic life without lies, unrealities or digitised tragedies. Truly, I only ever want truth. I’m innately supportive and protective of those I trust, love, care for and work with; thriving on true connection through conversation and (Pop) culture. I’ve held various jobs across professions and continents; building a multitudinous skill set honed by involvement, efficiency and efficacy. In travelling the world, I grew exponentially, graduating from my working-class rites through absorbing the heterogenous peoples, places and cultures as I roamed our pale blue dot – always on my own pale frugal budget. After my global escapades, I studied Creative and Professional Writing to live anywhere and be ‘qualified’ to do so as a Writer against academic structures/ shifting definitions. I’m a First-Class graduate of 2020/ The Soft Apocalypse. Like most, I ate shit and savings… hard. But fighters fight and writers write. I’m the first in my family to travel, graduate university, leave Wales (here be a dragon) for the wider world, or to believe in my own creative spirit: showcasing my utilitarianism towards negating my socio-political template to patch together a life of living. I have exceptional language, communication and writing skills, a responsive demeanour, fitting sense of wit, social/spiritual awareness, leadership skills and uncommon sense. Being interested is what makes me interesting. This stems from my upbringing by a singularly strong and fiercely pragmatic Mam who scrambled for us to survive, and identifying too closely with Quixote’s imagination and Cervantes’ innovation. I’ve always believed in words. From cave paintings to comic books, we need to communicate. Though my desire to share, care, and learn how others fare is archaic to the modern madness of fad, fakery and the felling of individualistic faith. I’m a writer amidst thousands of ‘Writers’ whose sycophancy is stronger than their syntactic will to communicate. We now have AI’s writing legal documentation and homework. I’ll take the unstoppable, Mac-10-wielding crimson countenance of a T-800 over ChatGPT in any alternate AI ‘verse.