I am a woman. I have life experience and curiosity, and aspirations, and sexual desires, and an unbelievable amount of resilience. I have no need to ever be validated by any other person; man or woman. Now that that’s established, there is one thing that’s been burning inside of me
Going out is simultaneously the best and worst way to distract yourself from life’s problems. Yes, drinking is fun and awesome, but it can also be stressful and expensive as hell. Sometimes you go out with friends who are complete dicks and you end up pissing off the bartender. Sometimes
Summer in NYC is all about taking advantage of outdoorsy bars, rooftops, and our favorite summer drinks and cuisine: tacos and margaritas! For all of us who don’t have the time or money to go to the Hamptons every weekend, here is a list to make your Mexican staycation easy
It’s 5 o’ clock in the morning and I lie wide awake. I glance at the blank screen next to me as I try to rock myself to sleep, concentrating as hard as I can in order to silence the racing thoughts. I have a million ideas per second that
When I was 5, I sat in the back of a car holding a gallon of milk filled with pennies, while my drunk father drove us to 7/11 to get beer. As I watched the police take him away, I knew I would never feel safe again. In 6th grade,
Summer is ALMOST here… Yes, so far it’s been quite the cock tease. One day it’s so hot, you dress your pale body in booty shorts and crop tops, the next so cold you gotta take your parka back out from storage. But I am an optimist, and trust that
When I was 23, my friend and I lived in a tiny apartment in the Upper East Side where we shared an inflatable mattress and used our oven as a heater. We had a tiny TV and all we could watch was Dexter, 27 Dresses, and 500 Days of Summer.