June 5th, 2023: 

I just got my hair cut. Only the tips are a reddish-orange still, the lingering remains of my purple hairdo for Greece two summers ago. I’m recovering from my weekend. Too many things all at once…

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May 15th, 2023: 

In which I argue with the weather channel, care for my garden, and consider how to fix my flawed explanation of BDSM so my mother will love Dee again.

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Monday, April 24th, 2023:

I gave my mom the link to my Medium stories. This link specifically. I figured it was a pretty safe place to start. Before I did it, I told her that I call Dee “Mommy.” 

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May 13th, 2004:

Isaac [11 years old at the time. Now a molecular engineer] has become very concerned with making “good time." He got really upset when we stopped to eat for only some of the group while others weren't hungry. This would necessitate another stop, which would be, he informed us, "extremely inefficient."

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April 2nd, 2023:

In which I pine over the cute boy (i.e. The Man Orbit), deal with my dysfunctional family and try to enjoy my birthday month

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April 3rd, 2023:

At first, he was all the way at the other end of the table, which was fine with me because I had forgotten how to talk. Also, Imadake is fricking loud. Like, unnecessarily loud, so loud you have to…

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Friday, March 31st 2023:

If that show really wants to know whether or not Love is Blind, why do they get all dolled up for the big reveal?? Seriously. They get to know each other behind a wall, propose marriage sight unseen…
It’s got nothing to do with lack of physical attraction and everything to do with Can we survive a massive dating clusterfuck. And then they all live together, guided by some kind of Catfight Maximization Algorithm. The show should be called, “Can Love Survive Non-Monogamous Monogamy?”

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August 28th, 2021
Dear Family,
I'm a great lover of dialectical discourse and free speech, but in an effort...

In which I try to prepare for a family reunion by offering some creative non-violent communication.

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Saturday, March 11th, 2023:

All winter, the mountain of snow has been accumulating as the plows pile all the extra snow into a gigantic mound reaching high into the air, clearing the streets and the sidewalks. But the snow is…

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Saturday, February 25th, 2023:

I need boundaries with my massage therapist. In other news, Mistress Me bought me mango popsicles. Also, maybe one day I'll be able to be kinky again.

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