What Five Years in L.A. Have Taught Me
Things I couldn't have learned anywhere else.
I Conquer My Fear of Abandonment by Confronting Ghosters
Being ghosted is something you can conquer. I share two stories about ghosting and what I did when it happened.
Stuff No One Tells You About Dying Pets: Guilt and Relief
Your pet will always depend on you, fully, and that’s honestly a source of the joy they bring to our lives. Someone who always needs you feels so good to care for. We never stop parenting them; they never leave the nest. Despite their aging and intelligence, dogs, in particular, develop about the same mental capacity as a four-year-old. They truly are always children.
My Dog Died But I’m Still Going to Try and Finish NaNoWriMo
Most people who read this and already know me know very well what I'm about to talk about: Czar died on the morning of November 5. And yet, I am going to push forward with my projects as a way to cope and find my new normal.
Stuff No One Tells You About Dying Pets: A Series
In September 2019, I wrote about my dog’s current state of health and how it was declining. During the first week of October, after a…
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I Fell Asleep on a Porn Set and It Taught Me a Big Lesson About Consent
Unlike most casting operations, they did actually make good on their word, and within two days reached out and confirmed a booking with me. The call sheet included wardrobe instructions: no patterns, no shorts, sleeves at least ¾ length… and the address of a cheap hotel in North Hollywood.
When Opportunity Knocks, Which Door Do You Open?
I have a confession to make. I am that friend. You know the one...always griping on social media about bills, money, trying to sell whatever random shit…
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Bittersweet Sixteen
So. My dog is dying. What's Going On His condition isn't exactly terminal; it's objectively manageable. However, to keep a very long story short, Czar…
This Is Where I Say the Dog Ate My Homework Or Something Like That
Wow, uh so... Hm. There's a lot to say, many things have been going on, and yet, there's very little to say. Currently, I'm bubbly…
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Open Letter to Wade Robson: No, I Don’t Hate You.
If you believe that someone like me hates you, you have a poor grasp of what "hate" is. Hate is the opposite of love. Hate…
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