I love your content & identify with most of your writing. But there is one story where I felt so incredibly *seen*, I cried harder than on my wedding night. Brent & Amanda. I know you said you were hesitant to write it, feeling you were unqualified. Many readers didn’t understand & that confirmed your feelings. But I knew. I saw myself, in all my contradictions, the space between now and then, the struggle to untangle my identity. And the sickness that pervades my self, tangled up in it all.

At this point, most of the writing on this blog is just me paraphrasing (or cut-n-pasting) actual conversations I’m having with one girl or another. That stuff comes easily with the right kind of cunt, and I can literally do it all day long. (Good girls know how to inspire me.)

But the stories? That process is always long and painful, taking anywhere from weeks to fuckin’ years for me to finish. I’m seldom happy with the results, because they’re never exactly what I wanted them to be… I love and hate them all. (Okay, most of them. There are a few that came really close to hitting the mark.)

So thank you, kind anon. That was a short little piece, but I put a lot of effort into making it something interesting.