N. Likes, Author at My Dissolute Life

The burden of a false self revealed

Remembering pressures I felt to be someone other than myself.

Douchebags ask women out in their own apartments.

Dear Milica, I don’t know what to say. When last we spoke, you made promises to me that not only[…]

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’m a master at conjuring disappointment. First, a memory. Really, a memory of a memory. I use women, over and[…]

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