writing
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It was a weekend filled with a lot of emotions. We learned a well known member of the VA community has died. We watched fires continue to burn threatening indigenous communities. We watched people being kidnapped by masked enforcement officers. We watched a nation protest a president who fashions himself a dictator. We learned of
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I should be writing something else right now, but my phone has prompted me to clean out my photos – noting that the number of screenshots is in the thousands – so I started to delete some things. Doing so was like opening a time capsule of the last few years of my life. I
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She sits down with her coffee in the morning and makes a list. Weed garden, do dishes, get groceries, get your shit together, the list says. The list represents all of the things she will do when she is fully recovered. When she tells you it has been a hard couple of years, she is
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It’s a major tenet of Buddhism, as I understand it, that suffering is caused by resistance. Accept what is happening to and around you, and move in strength from there. So often your brain tells you “No, it can’t be true that X is happening,” when in fact, X is very much happening. X is
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I’m a spicy creator and I’m used to talking about and thinking about sex. But it wasn’t always that way. As the child of Boomer parents, I grew up knowing what sex was, but having very few conversations with my parents about it. My dad was an early adopter, so had to own a Laserdisk
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Remember Tumblr? It was the first social media for many of us. I got to see the pretty pictures and the poetry, but luckily skipped the drama. I couldn’t tell you who wrote it or what the rest of the poem said, but this line from a Tumblr post stays with me even all these
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When I was 18, I fell in love with an older man. He didn’t know I felt that way. If anything, he might have been aware of me being a little giggly around him. I was an exchange student and he was a young teacher (yes, it’s the whole cliche package). We worked together on
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I am a good girl. That got your attention, didn’t it? What I mean is that I always did what I was told – until I didn’t – and I tried my best to do whatever I was doing really, really well. A friend recently pointed out that my perfectionism is very evident (and here
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A tiny bit of PL lore: I had a bit of success as a writer when I was younger, but I didn’t have the ability to withstand criticism and I felt too fragile to put myself out into the world. (More on this in the future.) I also had some funny beliefs about how art
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Having a persona that creates sexy material is fun. It just is. It’s a chance to play and explore and take risks that my [real name] self can’t do as easily. Pretty Lynne can flirt, joke around, talk openly about sex, and express a part of my personality that is developing and changing at this
Pretty Lynne Writes 