Hello lovers, haters and trolls! My name is Paulo Murillo.
My name is Paulo Murillo. It’s not Pablo, Paolo, Apollo, Palo, Paul, Pueblo or Diablo. It’s pronounced p-ah-uu-l-oh. I am a writer. I fab freak of nature and overall good guy (who did a lot bad things to get by). You may remember me from a trashy column I wrote called “Luv Ya, Mean it” (way back when columnists were cool). Welcome to my website. I’m delighted you found me. This here is my blog (ugh, it was bound to happen). I call it The Hiss Fit, cuz I’m a misfit and everybody loves a good bitch fit. Thanks for stopping by. This is Paulo Murillo. Hear me hiss!
Paulo has been a published writer for the gay media for over 16 years. He made his debut as a columnist for FAB! Newspaper. He has written for LA Health News, IN Los Angeles, Frontiers and The Fight Magazine. He has been featured in The Bay Area Reporter, XY Magazine, Bay Windows, Windy Times, and Press Pass Q, He has been quoted in the pages of Edge Magazine, Gay & Lesbian Times, Seattle Gay News, Fuges, and in a shitload of online news outlets and blogs, thanks in large part to Rex Wocker’s Quote on Quote – Wockner Wire.
And more about me: I am me, a person, and not just some thing. I enjoy people, but only from a safe distance. I believe you should always put your best face forward and I let you take it from there. I believe the moment that you stop growing is the moment that you start dying. I believe that you believe there’s more to life than this physical being and that belief kinda/sorta gives me hope. I’m smarter than I’d like you to see me, yet dumber than I like to see myself. I’ve been told that I have a contagious laugh. It’s balls out and stupid. My humor tends to be dark. I know how to have fun and I’m not afraid to cry. I fancy myself loyal, fair and adaptable, but I don’t want to fit in; I WANT TO STAND OUT!!! I’m a Virgo, so I tend to fancy myself. A lot. And the shit better match. I like order, but my room can be messy. I try to make the best out of any situation—and I’ve been in some royally sticky stitches. I’ve had lots of moments of joy, sorrow, laughter, love, wreckage, determination, loss, and I overcame all shades of nasty speed bumps along they way. I’m a survivor, but surviving isn’t living, so I try to live. My moments, be they good or bad, always come…then they go. And I learn.
I’m a good guy. I just did a lot of bad things to get by….
I want to welcome you to my island of broken misfit toys. I’m honored that you stepped out of facebook/myspace/tweeter to give me a looksie. This site is a work in progress, so your feedback is much appreciated. Just keep in mind that I’m an artist. And I’m sensitive about my shiiieett.
And so it goes.