"What's your type?" I get asked this all the time. Unfortunately for me, Jason Momoa is taken and build-a-man doesn't exist yet. It's usually asked after a very predictable lineup of comments and questions genuinely baffled at the fact that "someone like me" is single...whatever that means. Then comes the part where they go through... Continue Reading →
The Blackout
I'm not going to lie. I had a really hard time writing this week. Actually, I wrote a lot but believe with all of my heart that the majority of it should be thrown into a dumpster fire. I'm not sure if it's because it's September and I'm still sweating or if I'm just overwhelmed... Continue Reading →