life
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A little while ago, I wrote an impassioned post about making smutty content as long as I wanted to, no matter how old I get. I’ll do it as long as it serves me, I said boldly. Welp. I love to write, but lately the motivation to make things has been lacking. I’m going through…
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I’m so fucking angry. It has taken some time for me to get to this place and now that it’s happening, I don’t like it. It feels like it’s not going to stop. It feels like a wave of fury that is going to knock me off my feet and roil me around in its…
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This is the first year of my adult life when I don’t find myself uncomfortable, standing in front of the Father’s Day cards, trying to find one that feels authentic. Dad, you taught me everything I needed to know… Nope. Dad opted out of teaching me about money, for example, because he said I didn’t…
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Caution: This is a Vulnerable Post If you’ve read enough of my blog you’ll figure out that I am single after a long relationship. Twenty-eight years long, as a matter of fact. We lived together for most of my adult life. Living on my own has been a wonderful experience in some ways. I am…
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I’ve been thinking about places. I’ve been thinking about how places hold memories of sense and feeling. There was a big old maple tree behind my childhood home, part of an abandoned farm. The ghost of a barn lay crumbling there, along with the rusty skeleton of an old VW bug. I was afraid to…
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Back in January, a friend of mine reminded our social media community of the concept of a word for the year, and I decided to choose “bloom.” To bloom is to come to life after sleeping, hibernating, resting. Blooming is the culmination of growth, the flowering a powerful display of the plant’s beauty and power.…
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The temptation to remake myself every new year is strong. I love the idea of fresh starts. New notebooks, a fresh stack of paper, a new pen, a clean slate. Leave who you are in the old year and begin again. Be whoever you wish you could be. Fix whatever is wrong with you. But…
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CW: death My dad died today. If it seems weird to you that I’d be writing a blog post, well, it is, a little. But writing has always been the way I process things, so I’m doing that now. My dad lived a long life and the last few years were not great for him.…
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