
A few months after separating from my husband, I went to my best friend’s bachelorette party in the city. We ended the night at a club—drunk, dancing, dropping it low. I hadn’t been out in the world as a single woman in seven years, and I’d forgotten what it felt like to entertain the possibility…
I’ve been slacking on posts this week. Mostly because I’ve been busy with work and classes, but also because I’ve felt stuck and conflicted about what to post next. I keep holding back from writing about my past relationships. I’m not sure what’s blocking me, but I know there’s probably some healing in getting it…
I’m feeling lonely. I had a fucking hard day and don’t know where to turn. Sometimes I don’t feel like I have anyone to turn to. And lately, as I’ve taken a pause from dating, I’ve been realizing something uncomfortable: dating has often given me a temporary sense of connection. A false—or perhaps incomplete—sense of…
I am a slut. As you’ve surmised, I like sex. The word slut originated in the 14th century as a term for an untidy or dirty person, regardless of gender. It wasn’t until around the turn of the 20th century that slut evolved into a derogatory term, most often used to describe a woman perceived…