N. Likes

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.

To whom would you send a gallon of cow shit?

Metropolitan Diary: complexity

Things get off to a great start.

Preparations begin in earnest.