As much as I can, I like to curate the information the people know personally about me.

People have given me classified information, but always with the disclaimer 'This can never end up in a book.' And it never does.

You might call me a tech intermediary. I know how to talk to the people in Silicon Valley and then take that information and explain it to everyone else.

Every story was being made up. My true friends weren't the ones speaking. It was people who never knew me, making up stories. Even my local paper put a $1,000 bounty out for information about my whereabouts.

All I can do is seek the information that'll make me stronger, that'll help me overcome my toxic masculinity, my male privilege, because that's something you never think about. You don't think about other people.

There's some weirdos out there, a few stalker fans out there, but nothing I can't handle. People are just going out of their way to hunt down information and get a hold of me. People call obsessively or things like that.

There's a hunger in me that always wants to be creating and orating, telling people something and giving them information and getting feedback. There are so many questions that I'm trying to ask, and I'm still so far from being done saying what I gotta say.

People were getting sick. It seemed, at least to me when I started looking at the information, looking at the documents, that this was pretty obvious, what was going on, and if other people could see what we were seeing, they would agree: this is obvious and it needs to stop.

Generally, I think what guys do is they get your number, because if I interview you on my show we can exchange information and I don't have a problem with that. But I think sometimes people are nervous to say things to me because they don't know if I'll blow them up on the air.

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