Dear Milica, I don’t know what to say. When last we spoke, you made promises to me that not only did you not keep, but they were followed by your ghosting me. This could be because of health reasons. It…

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 over, to revisit that original memory. The ur memory. I do it constantly. Daily, even. Just today, I revisited that…

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.