I live in New York. I am a comedian, writer and actor. My day job is blogging for VH1.com. I write about the silly things celebrities and pop stars do, so you know...God's work.

You may have seen my writing on many other reputable websites (The Huffington Post, Hello Giggles, xojane.com, The Hairpin, Splitsider, The FW, etc.). I also write crazy blogs about Game of Thrones, Magneto and Jeff Goldblum.

I don't want to talk about anything with you except Star Trek Into Darkness.

 


There wasn’t television or central heating in the mansion in those days, so on weeknights, Charles and I would play chess by the fire. Being European, I was fine with the homo-erotic undertones of those evenings, but as a self-described “sex pest”, Charles was uneasy. He really liked having sex with a lot of different women before he became a smug cripple. Anyways, I think that’s where our friendship began to deteriorate. Charles would use his telepathy to cheat at chess and I’d use my powers of magnetism to move one of the iron pokers away from the fireplace and let it hover behind Charles’s head. Yes. That’s when our friendship began to deteriorate—over chess at the mansion. Or maybe it was after I decided I wanted to kill all of the humans. These things get so fuzzy in retrospect. But back to how I used to love turtlenecks and how Charles was an absolute sex pest…


—An excerpt from The Autobiography of Magneto X, by Erik Lensherr, a fictional book I just made up based upon a still from a movie based on my favorite comic book series.

There wasn’t television or central heating in the mansion in those days, so on weeknights, Charles and I would play chess by the fire. Being European, I was fine with the homo-erotic undertones of those evenings, but as a self-described “sex pest”, Charles was uneasy. He really liked having sex with a lot of different women before he became a smug cripple. Anyways, I think that’s where our friendship began to deteriorate. Charles would use his telepathy to cheat at chess and I’d use my powers of magnetism to move one of the iron pokers away from the fireplace and let it hover behind Charles’s head. Yes. That’s when our friendship began to deteriorate—over chess at the mansion. Or maybe it was after I decided I wanted to kill all of the humans. These things get so fuzzy in retrospect. But back to how I used to love turtlenecks and how Charles was an absolute sex pest…

—An excerpt from The Autobiography of Magneto X, by Erik Lensherr, a fictional book I just made up based upon a still from a movie based on my favorite comic book series.

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