The Book:

Autistic Noir: My Life IS My Art

I’m writing an autobiography… out loud.
Building a book. Fragment by fragment.
Just like I lived it.

The Fragments… Just Like I Wrote Them.

Frag 1: Welcome to the Autism Treatment Funhouse

  • Cold smiles and blowtorches: entering the bizarre funhouse of early autism therapy.

Graphic title card with a solid warm red background. Bold, stylized text in white and black reads: "Autistic Life Is My Art." Frag 2: Autistic. I Followed Every Rule… Gaslit at Every Turn

  • Lord of the Rings promised me a world of clear rules. Adult human life made it a lie.

Black-and-white, animated close-up of author Johnny Profane's face, focusing on expressive eyes gazing slightly upward. On the right, a dark rounded text box displays the quote in red text: "I had no idea what I was feeling... much less why. Background loops between b&w and an x-ray like negative.Frag 3: The Autistic Treatment Funhouse, Room of Exams

  • A teen-age suicidal car wreck. A terrifying psych eval. Content-Note worthy results.

Frag 4: When “Kind” Words… Hurt: An Autistic Elder on Microaggressions

  • When “kind” words cut like razors: This autistic elder on polite cruelty.

Frag 5: I Don’t Think I Had a “Personality” as an Autistic Kid

  • Just masks, scripts, and pure survival instinct.

A split graphic with a solid red left side and a black-and-white close-up photo of author Johnny Profane Âû's eye and fedora brim on the right. White and black text on the red background reads: 'I performed for control. When they're laughing... you know you're not in trouble.' – Johnny Profane Âû. Frag 6: How I Became an Autistic Performer at 4… Then Acted My Life

  • At 4 years old, I took the stage for the first time. And cosplayed “human” ever after.

A split-design graphic card. The left half has a solid red background containing the quote: “I bill like a VP. But take home like a receptionist. Call it the Autistic Tax.” — Johnny Profane Âû. The right half features a dramatic, high-contrast black-and-white close-up photo of the eye and brow of Author. From the autobiography My Autistic Life is My Art, arriving Fall 2026. Frag 7: When Working For Someone Else… “Costs” Too Much.

  • I billed like a VP. But took home like a receptionist. Cuz, “Autistic Tax.”

A stylized digital portrait in warm gold, orange, and black tones depicting Betty White in profile, surrounded by a luminous, circular halo against a dark background. Rendered in a stained-glass or iconographic aesthetic, the image framed as "Saint Betty of the Autistists" visually honors her TV persona, Rose Nyland, as an affectionate patron saint of non-conforming, autistic-coded pop culture icons discussed in the article. Digital tools included Krita and procedural filters. Frag 8: Betty White, Seven of Nine and Rain Man Walk into this Bar…

  • I finally find my cool kids’ table. Ask who gets to decide what autistic looks like. Then end with one hell of a bar joke.

Cover graphic for “Autistic Noir: What’s the Autistic ‘Thing’ with Eye Contact?” Black background with gray and red text above a fragmented black-and-white close-up of a person’s eyes beneath a hat brim; “Frag from the Raw Autobiography” appears at the bottom. Frag 9: What’s the Autistic “Thing” with Eye Contact?

  • A Silicon Valley shark, a dance floor panic, a brain on fire. You want my soul? You won’t find it in my eyes.

Cover graphic for “Autistic Noir: “Maybe Genius Lies Elsewhere”: Autistic Me, Theo & School, Pt 1” Black background with gray and red text above a fragmented black-and-white close-up of a person’s eyes beneath a hat brim; “Frag from the Raw Autobiography” appears at the bottom. Frag 10: “Maybe Genius Lies Elsewhere”: Autistic Me, Theo & School, Pt 1

  • School labeled my wonder a crime. School was a place to escape… from.

Cover graphic for “Autistic Noir: “Maybe Genius Lies Elsewhere”: Autistic Me, Theo & School, Pt 1” Black background with gray and red text above a fragmented black-and-white close-up of a person’s eyes beneath a hat brim; “Frag from the Raw Autobiography” appears at the bottom. Frag 11: For This Autistic Elder, School Was a F***ing Job

  • School was pre-training for working for the Man. Clock in at age 3. Never clock out.

Cover graphic for “Autistic Noir: “Maybe Genius Lies Elsewhere”: Autistic Me, Theo & School, Pt 1” Black background with gray and red text above a fragmented black-and-white close-up of a person’s eyes beneath a hat brim; “Frag from the Raw Autobiography” appears at the bottom. Frag 12: Every clock is a handgun in my autistic time

  • My time doesn’t pass. It feels. School bells, factory whistles, day planners be damned.

Readings & Transcripts

Off-white & warm read text reads: "AUTISTIC NOIR. They Called It 'Immaturity.' They Missed Every Red Flag." Below the text, five vertical, fragmented strips reveal a black-and-white photo of author Johnny Profane Âû wearing a fedora in a wooded scene, his eyes looking upward. A reading from the upcoming Fall 2026 autobiography "Autistic Noir: My Life IS My Art." Autistic Noir: They Called It “Immaturity.” They Missed Every Red Flag

  • 3 readings. I find moments of joy… after some brutal ones. Like Leonard Cohen sang in Suzanne, “among the garbage and the flowers.” Car wrecks. Clinical abuse. Quiet, blissful absorption. Content note: Mentions abuse, trauma, suicidality… dark humor. Just one autistic elder’s voice. Raw.

Coming Fall 2026

Individual marginalized voices speaking truth out loud? They build bridges to mainstream readers. Think Malcolm X. Think Maya Angelou, Think Janet Mock’s Redefining Realness.

This Fall, I hope to deliver that kind of impact, that power with My Autistic Life is My Art. For our neurodivergent community.

I’m out to give you the experience of a life. A life that began in 1953. Whether you’re an adult autistic, an ally, a researcher, or a caregiver.

Cuz if you don’t know us… how ya gonna love us. And the neurotype is the meassage. Not a typo. It’s portmanteau…

Since 2019 I’ve published a quarter of a million words. Over half the size of the Lord of the Rings trilogy.

Gotta be a pony somewhere in that shit.