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An open letter to a woman who disappeared.

A slightly more reflective reflection on how Serena can make it up to me

My feelings were hurt

What is to be done?

It’s 1933 in the US. But our Kristallnacht is less than five years off.

I revisit the same disappointment over and over, with woman after woman. Today alone, I managed it half a dozen times.

Another in a series of posts on things I learned in my recent Sapphic Soiree.

An HR briefing for my new intern

My new slutty admin needs a work plan.