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. Not quite a philogynist (one who admires or loves women), I am a self-dubbed auto-philogynist, (or, an SSRI-induced philogynist). Coincidentally, my name is Phil.

Within this site are excerpts from short stories and partial novels I’ve written over the years but have never published. Why have I never published them? I just haven’t tried. Some of my former misogyny comes through in some of the pieces, but that is not the focus of the site. It’s just a place to expose some of my writing without having to go through the publishing process.

Feel free to contact me @ your true master at autophilogyny dot com. I probably won’t reply though.