What's happened to filchyboy you ask?
I've been getting a lot of requests lately from some very kind people asking what has happened to me and why my sites have been pulled down. I have a few moments right now and so I thought I'd write down a bit of recent developments in order to satisfy my interlocutors and to try and sort out in my own mind how to move forward.
I love writing in a public space. It's a tight wire act to be sure (well likely more like a slack rope) but it does come at a cost. There are times when I am simply unwilling to pay that cost. As anyone who has been a regular reader of my sites is aware last year was a watershed for filchyboy. My private life and my online life collided with a middle of the night visit from armed police. To be honest I still haven't sorted out my response to that. There is a voice inside me that says to quit it all in response to this. In short I have had a crisis of faith. I have protected myself by writing short snippets, being snarky, and generally avoiding discussing my own life at all. But that's really a cop out and I know it. Either I commit to this space or I don't.
So there's the frame. Here's the events. As those who have been reading me for a while know we were evicted last year to make room for the smaller apartments of the rich and famous. It was a big project to deal with at a time when the little one and I were confronting her mother and our past. In March we managed to make the move. We left Santa Monica and moved to Venice. Although I can barely sustain us in this area we did succeed in meeting our needs: to be close to K's school, to be close to the ocean and my beloved muscle beach, to be able to finally get a dog for K, to finally get laundry in our apartment, and finally to be able to afford all of this. It has been tough but I did it. However, and here is where my readers come in, in the week of our move the harddrive on my server failed catastrophically. In short, no more website, no more data, nada, zilch, gumba!
Now ordinarily I would have worked day and night to resuscitate my data, massage my pages, and generally force it all back together again into some kind of weak approximation of my site. But this time I simply haven't been able to do that. Due to my crisis of faith I have found myself completely unwilling to put any effort into rebuilding my site or continuing where I left off. That is sad. But it's also quite refreshing. I feel as though a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I have been forced to re-think everything I am doing. I'll post much more about this at some point. But for now suffice it to say that I am not going to be cowed by those who attempted to destroy our lives through the police. I will not say boo and go away. But due to my reevaluation of the situation there will be a large number of changes coming down the pike. (Funny how you can do that when everything has been destroyed!)
So be patient and filchyboy will be back. I have work to do. We still have much work to do in unpacking our new apartment. I'm going to finally publish my work (slim though it is) on open source dating systems, I have interviews with Peewee (the smallest penis guy), a condom inventor challenging the ISO to fix condom standards worldwide, and a key player in the EV1 fight here in southern California. I'm in the midst of investing in a much improved infrastructure for my working environment as I am ready to begin writing the longer pieces. And will soon begin producing images for filchyboy again. (Long time readers will recognize it has been many years — since about 2000 — that I have not been producing images.)