I remember the day like yesterday. The offer letter arriving in my email inbox to the sound of angels, a full compensation package well detailed.
I graciously accepted. You knew I would.
Thanks, Boss! I can’t wait to get to work!
Wow, I was so eager to dig my teeth in to all these open-ended projects left over from the former employee.
All these hundreds of over-due tasks are in a state of non-completion. I’m just grateful that many of them haven’t even been touched so that I can begin with step one.
Wait, I’ll need to first figure out…
Be well. Sending love from NYC,
Julio Vincent Gambuto
I love your writing. You don't take a (hard) side either way, just rigth down the middle commentary leaving nobody standing in the sidelines. Great article and great writing, thank you.
His hands cradled my face as if admiring a fine piece of art, eyes darting around my features, piercing into my soul with a deep longing behind his eyes, building a ravenous want.
His arm wraps powerfully around my waist, pulling my hips up and in against his growing length that clothing won’t restrict our bodies, beginning their primal warmth up for our tantalizing union before falling to the bed.
Inching away just enough to untie my robe, his gaze drifts down to my neck, trailing slowly to my chest, his eyes burning into my skin to enjoy the unveiling…
There they are, another photo of attractive, mostly young and fashionable people spread out on couches drinking coffee smiling with perfect white teeth, the latest Apple gear all around them and you think, “I want to be an entrepreneur!”
The appeal of freedom, setting your own schedule, working from anywhere in the world in mostly exotic locations, empowered by ZOOM and dozens of other apps and programs that make the act of creation a simple breeze in between your sightseeing and exploring.
It’s all a really bad joke.
A joke played on us by Influencers whose income is dependent on…
Wow, solid article, Anangsha. Thank you for the great reseach, templates, and helpful takeaways. Appreciate you!
The allure of an empowered woman.
Something about her just drove me nuts!
I just wanted to kiss, lick, fuck, serve, and be near — all things for her.
There I said it.
I don’t care; she drives me wild and I like it.
She seems to like it too and I’m not changing a thing until she tells me to — even then I probably won’t quit my desire, my want, my begging, my arrogance, my demands, and my submission.
I think it’s a constant negotiation; ya know?
Sometimes I’m her puppy dog slave that will paint her toes…
Emerging from six weeks of treatment for a lifetime of depression and compulsions, I was finally free, or so I thought.
“At least now, I don’t want to kill myself,” I told the doctors, a low level of hope streaming across my face. They’d seen it before, people arriving in complete despair and emerging a month later with tools to keep themselves sane enough to deal with a world that can often be just too much.
“Robin, we recommend you do 90 in 90,” the therapists said.
This means I would attend 90, twelve-step program meetings all in 90 days…
After a long and difficult day, I let out a deep exhale to let it go. My car’s window is partially open and I hear this song in the parking lot’s ambient speakers. “The First Cut is the Deepest” by Sheryl Crow.
A girlfriend on the way to our breakup said this to me many years ago.
I was young and arrogant, so I missed the truth she was seeking to convey.
I hurt her.
Not in what I did, but what I didn’t do through the unintentional mishandling of her heart.
The many ways I failed to show up…
Say hello to any Tom, Dick, and Harry. These three average guys absolutely love and adore their wives, doing anything they can to please their women.
They go to the store, they cook, they clean, they keep a steady job as the most dependable person known to humankind.
They, and their wives, are totally miserable!
Because there’s zero (sexual) tension.
There’s no danger, no risk, no adventure, and as a result, any flame that may have existed in their boring, insignificant life was blown out a decade ago.
If you’re this guy that sits around and panders at his…
Why do you stay with him and how did a sexy goddess like you even hook up with him in the first place?
I get that you’re lonely and just want a boyfriend, but really, THIS, is what you’ve settled for in the name of romance and love?
You’re missing out!
Good men idly stand near because we refuse to rescue you from your own poor choices. We shake our heads at you, in sadness really.
We want to be with you, but we can’t.
Because you’re not ready for us — you’re still dating the bad boy, the…