The Art of Doing Nothing
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As some of you may know, I’m a pretty devoted Bullet Journal user. It’s one of the few ADHD methods that really works for me, and I’ve been consistently using a Bullet Journal for close to 4 years now. That’s longer than pretty much any habit I’ve formed, except for morning coffee.
Book talk: the day after Halloween
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I’d told myself that I’d give my book a fair shot by marketing it until Halloween. After that, I’d take a break. It’s been 2 months since I released the book, time to look back and reflect a bit.
So, I’m probably heterosexual, but definitely not straight.
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Wait, what? Isn’t that the same? No, I’d like to argue that it isn’t.
My first guest blog: Cold Stone
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Less of a post, than an announcement: I wrote my first guest blog!
Emotional Bleed
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This week has been amazing and awful at the same time. Last weekend, my kitten tested positive for Covid. Since we’d seen each other a lot in the days before, chances were I’d caught it too, so I decided to stay with her for the week. The reasoning was two-fold: I didn’t want her to be home sick by herself, but also I didn’t want to risk making my nesting partner sick as well.
Clippy
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My mom called me today to ask how I was doing. It was so good to hear her voice, to talk about how my day went.
That moment of perfect compersion
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I’ve written a lot about my fear and insecurities in connection with poly, so today, let me write about a moment of happiness and beauty.
That one time in the elevator
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When I was in my late 20s, my partner and I visited Yaoicon in San Francisco. For those of you unfamiliar with the term, it’s a form of manga dealing with romance and sex between men, aimed mostly at women.
So I wrote a book… but now the real work starts.
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No, I’m not talking about promoting it. I’m talking about the emotional labour ahead.
Running low on happy juice
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I can feel it. Suddenly, I have a deep urge yo flirt with people, to post nudes, anything to get a boost.