In April of 2010 I was diagnosed as a misogynist, but I’d always had an idea. My shrink prescribed an SSRI to help me unlearn my anger towards women. Now, I’m a semi-docile eunuch. A self-dubbed auto-philogynist, (or, an SSRI-induced philogynist). Coincidentally, my name is Phil.
Within this site are poems, excerpts from short stories and partial novels I’ve written over the years but have never published. Enjoy.
Feel free to contact me @ your true master at autophilogyny dot com. I probably won’t reply though.