Hello, I’m Adam.
Yep, another one. I know.
I’m a GenX Latino, writer, artist and former square HR guy, living in Oakland. Through my art and words, I explore culture, society and men’s issues with a mature and expanded perspective thanks to a life full of head thumps and gifts. For real though, if you look at the size of my melon, it’s no wonder I had 4 minor concussions before age 10 (tho about average for GenX).
Anyways, I hate writing the About Me page because all I hear in the back of my mind is a judgy voice asking, “Why the hell would anyone want to subscribe or follow you - another random stranger on the internet?” For some reason the voice sounds like Mr. Furley on Three’s Company.
And my honest answer is, “fuck if I know.”
I also don’t know why I have that voice in my head, or why it sounds like Furley and not Barney Fife. It’s always been there, along with many others. Sometimes they’re voices of my ancestors whispering kind words of encouragement, and sometimes they’re bullies from years past. And most of the time, they’re just me being my own bully and worst critic.
I’m also neurodivergent currently learning what it means to embrace and appreciate that fact, rather than ignore or mask it like I’ve done most my life. My neurodivergence is the connection to my creativity, and this Substack is a place for me to share my unmasked words and art to anyone who appreciates my work, and as a way to shut up all those bully voices.
I also love burritos. I used to eat them almost daily when I was young, but I can’t eat them often anymore because I’m way past the age of 25, and I also have a congenital heart condition that I didn’t find out about until I was 45. I’m not a health nut, but I’ve learned to be more mindful of what I’m eating and how it affects my body.
This Substack is my burrito. I make it for me, and I’ll stuff it with whatever goodness I want to put in it, but also to share with others. Not everyone likes burritos, and that’s fine. I’m not a big fan of tacos - I can’t eat cilantro. Another genetic gift, but one I’m okay with.
Burritos bring joy. I’ve never seen a sad person eating a burrito, only after. I suppose my hope is that those who enjoy burritos will stumble upon my humble burrito spot. They might enjoy my burritos enough to “buy a burrito” once a month in the form of a paid subscription, and then we’ll create a nice big Another Adam burrito loving community.
I’ve been drawing and writing all my life, never for money, but sometimes people unrelated to me find them enjoyable.
My niche is me. I’m no longer a corporate professional. I’m not an expert in any field. I’ve done many things, but I’m only an expert on being Adam, and I’m still learning.
Sometimes I write stories from my past.
Sometimes I draw cartoons and caricatures.
Sometimes I write about race relations.
Sometimes I write about Men’s Health.
Sometimes I write about Genealogy, or living in Oakland.
I’m here to share stories and build community, not to sell you a workshop. I’m not knocking anyone who does, but that would be my worst nightmare.
At the very least, you will always get my honest, authentic self - especially right now when there’s a lack of authenticity everywhere, and quite frankly, I’m sick of it. Now I’m wondering if someone should create a workshop on authenticity.
Also, the next few years are going to be historic for many reasons, and I want to have a record of it from my own perspective. Not the one they want us to have.
I’ll be using this Substack and BlueSky as outlets for my creative burritos, and I would be grateful if you gave them a try.
-a
