We went to the Rodin Museum in Philly and met up with a friend of his, Nancy Lebovitz. We also saw the Barnes Foundation in Philly. He was fun to talk about art with! In fact, he was fun to talk about anything with, so long as you were ok with him forgetting it 5min later.

I even called him "transhumanist Byron" and wrote poetry about him. There are posts years back on my Tumblr about him -- let me show you. tacticalnymphomania.tumblr.com/tagged/transhu…

More here, even. tacticalnymphomania.tumblr.com/search/michael…

But you guys wanted to know about my abuse at his hands. Well, for one thing, he told me he loved me because I was "young at heart", broke up with me a week after for the "Isis" at Burning Man, and then told his pals I was "a 5yo in a hot 20yo's body".

This was not the first instance. Bear with me, this takes a little explaining. So part of emotional abuse is putting down your partner in public, right? Well, Michael loves Mage: the Ascension. Practically worships it.

He assigns everyone a mage tag. Everyone he likes that is. Everyone, but me, even while we were dating. "You're a sleeper -- you don't really get it. Your world is too small."

Dumb without context, yes? Go look into Mage: the Ascension. Go on. I'll wait.

If you don't know anything about MtA (and believe me, the people I was spending time with with him did), I'll give you the translation. "You are pretty, but you have no agency of your own. You are a second-class citizen and cannot affect your environment. Bask in my glow."

Problem is, I am not super good at basking. So this resulted in the breakup, where he immediately chose to discredit me to anyone who would listen. I thought I was friends enough with his friends to get them on my side. Stupid.

Michael also had this unnerving habit of, when we were sleeping in the same bed, touching me as I was falling asleep or waking up. Not asking, and never enough to trigger my flight/fight/freeze reflex (although in retrospect it might have been freeze).