The Story So Far…
My name is Max Mosher. I have written for WORN Fashion Journal, the Toronto Standard, and Hello Mr. magazine. An essay of mine will be included in the anthology ‘A Family By Any Other Name’ to be published in 2014.
I was born in Toronto. I came out butt-first, which caused the doctor to momentarily declare me a girl.
I went to a school just up from Kensington Market and across from a Scott Mission. It was pretty evenly divided between Chinese kids, Portugese kids and everyone else. My friends and I put on plays in which I always got good parts, maybe because I was the only boy.
I went to highschool and sometimes left gym early unnoticed.
I went to the University of Guelph and had a wonderful time.
I fell in love with someone who I had everything in common with, then nothing in common with, and we broke up.
I did a Masters program in history and ran screaming away, arms a’ flayin’, all the way to Ireland.
After writing freelance for awhile, I work in PR.
“About my interests: I don’t think I have any, unless the morbid desire to own a sixteen-millimeter camera and make experimental movies can be so classified. Otherwise, I love to eat and drink … and I love to argue with people who do not disagree with me too profoundly, and I love to laugh. I do not like bohemia, or bohemians, I do not like people whose principal aim is pleasure, and I do not like people who are earnest about anything … I love America more than any other country in the world, and, exactly for this reason, I insist on the right to criticize her perpetually. I think all theories are suspect, that the finest principles may have to be modified, or even be pulverized by the demands of life, and that one must find, therefore, one’s own moral center and move through the world hoping that this center will guide one alright. I consider that I have many responsibilities, but none greater than this: to last, as Hemingway says, and get work done.
I want to be an honest man and a good writer.”
–James Baldwin, ‘Notes of a Native Son’