I felt like a fraud and realized that I will have to bring you closer and be more honest with you in a way I don’t have to be on TikTok because I don’t like putting up a facade in my writing, I prefer to be as raw as possible. There is something so raw and uncouth about words. I will have to tell you that I am a person. Not just political, or bold, or whatever you perceive me as on social media. But on here, you will see a person. That’s it.

And the truth is what if you don’t care about me when i’m not on TikTok or Twitter? What if you don’t care about what I say on here? This is uncharted territory for me, call it ego, call it imposter syndrome or call it doing it scared but I can’t handle change, yet I know that one must move or else one will die.

I’m two paragraphs and a jam sandwich in, yet I still don’t know how to go about this Substack thing, but I do know the first step of all most things is to just Nike it, right? Just do it. Take a leap of faith, carpe diem, right?

This is where the real test of my character lies: do you just admire me because of the political takes and what you learn from me? For the authenticity, the boldness, the style and the non conformity and the person on your screen or do you admire me because I’m simply a person? Not on a screen but in real life, existing between time and space. You might know the first but I doubt you know the latter.

But what does it even mean to be a person? You don’t know, do you?

Don’t worry, me either. Hopefully, we’ll learn together.

This Substack is the result of months of procrastination, countless “Do you have a Substack?” comments, and multiple reminders from Lady Kay. It is proof of not just my political self, but my personal self as well.

This Substack will be the medium to showcase not just my political, but my personal. No doubt that I will still talk about exploitation, capitalism, fascism, the bourgeoisie, and all those other big words on Marxists.org. No doubt that I’ll still make cultural critiques and I’ll still talk about imperialism and the issues that make my personal (and yours as well) what it is today.

You’ll also read some of my niche and random thoughts and interests: my favorite conspiracy theory of all time, my struggles, my poems, my grief and my love, my academic papers, my essays, and all the other fun stuff one tends to forget when they’re making a list; but that you should look forward to all the same.

I love writing. I always have. So I hope this will be some sort of accountability partner, in a sense, because unfortunately, I’ve been doing it less and less. But this is a chance to keep on doing what makes me feel alive, what makes me feel immortal. Because in these few minutes that I make you promises of all the beautiful and grotesque things I’ll write about, I feel like a person. The one wielding the sword, the pen rather. Nevertheless, I’m in charge.

With time, I hope this page truly reveals to you, my dear reader, a piece of my personhood. And with time, hopefully, you will know this social experiment, this enigma constantly ranting on social media, just a little bit more.

Buckle up, cause you’re in for quite a ride.

Plus, the personal is political anyway.