Photo Credit: Diego Lozano Hey there beautiful, I hope you’re taking care of yourself. On January 20th, 2017, we entered into a new world with a level of fuckery and fascism not seen since the 1940s. If you’re a progressive activist or organizer like me, the world feels dark and uncertain. I was in Washington, D.C. the day after the election and the whole city felt like a surreal movie and everyone in offices (including myself) were either crying or had a zombie-like expression tattooed on their face the entire day. Mainly due to staying up late watching the election results pour in. I haven’t been organizing for all that long. Just throughout my college years and afterwards. However, if you know me, you know I’m a very passionate and intense person and this election has absolutely burnt me out because these issues were important to me even before my “professional” career. I won’t go into details, but I had a mental health crisis that required me to move back home and hit the reset …
By Moll Levine I woke up sad this morning because I felt like I had no one to love. It had been a long year of trials and tribulations, but at this point I felt like I knew less than ever before. It took me a long time to get out of bed this morning but it took me even longer to make a decision. I wore what I wore yesterday because it didn’t matter and that’s how my morning went. This blueness makes me soft so I proceeded with delicacy at this time. During the day you are more aware of yourself and the way your body fills up space, the more the day is usually filled with challenges.
by Samantha Hancey There is an increasing trend on my Facebook news feed with date nights turned into engagements, weddings, baby showers and then so on and so forth. There’s even the occasional “ladies night” that turns that into a “couples thing.” These are the things that makes me open my bottle of wine and settle into another Saturday night at home with Olive (the cat). While I’m poppin’ the cork on a bottle of cabernet and turning on my Netflix, I realize, “Who needs a boyfriend when I have lots of cute boys at the click of a button?”
By Rosemarie Dombrowski When JT says “it’s just that no one makes me feel this way” in “SexyBack,” my initial response is to swoon, and my next is to emphatically agree. And that’s because I know that no one can make me feel fabulous about myself but me. And that’s exactly why I’m bringing single back.
By Lorenza Brascia Another Saturday morning waking up puffy-eyed and, possibly hungover. If I was hungover, this was a sign of improvement. It would mean that I had managed to suppress my deepened, darkened feelings, pulled together an outfit, and allowed myself to “let loose” for a night when deep down inside, all I wanted to do was crawl back into bed. Lights off. Sleep. Repeat. Ice soon to be on the ground, a sunless sky; it was too easy to stay inside alone. Heartbreak… It’ll get ya.
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by Zachary Fonaas As a person with melodramatic tendencies and an inability to stay in on the weekends, it is important for me to keep my head on straight while striving to become a TV personality SUPERSTAR.
by Anthony Dewitt This is the story of how I learned the 101 on neighbor etiquette before I moved to the 212. This is Rule 1: Don’t Shit Where You Eat.
by Ashley Haines And by easy, I mean really challenging and gut wrenching. But don’t fret, my friends, it is possible. In fact, I am a living testimonial. Disclaimer: Previous successes do not guarantee future outcomes. May take up to six months to see results. Get your heartbroken. Destroyed. It doesn’t matter how you do it, but there are plenty of ways to get the job done. And when it does, your world will shatter, and nothing will piss you off more than hearing people try to console you by telling you “we all go through it- it’s ok.” Sure, we do all experience heartbreak at one point or another—hell, some of us will be fortunate enough to experience multiple times—but not everyone feels solace in knowing how common the experience is. At the end of the day, it’s incredibly shitty, and trivializing it won’t change a thing. Cry. A lot. Don’t be ashamed, baby girl (or boy), let it alllll out. Scream if you have to. Be angry. Whatever you do, avoid letting your …