The Time I Left Sayulita & Moved Into A Trailer


Since we’ve already referenced my vagina once in this series, I’m going to let you know last week I got my period, and exclaimed: “This is impossible, it hasn’t been a month since Mexico!” Then I realized that it had been, and it was time to wrap this up in a vomit soaked little bow […]

Sayulita Day 4: Free Willy


I wrote Day 3 without even looking at my notes. I only missed two bullet points – The first highlighted the personal frustration to bring tampons over my Diva Cup, which led me to blame that for gratuitous queefing during my sun salutations. If you want to pretend that bodily functions do not occur in […]

I Fucking Love Therapy


Yesterday I went to therapy. Am I going to tell you every time I go to therapy and sing its motherfucking praises? Try and stop me. Or don’t because mental health is super important and nothing to be shameful of. You don’t need to be in peril, the throes of an existential crisis, or have […]

Just A Couple Of Dicks In Love


Last week over cocktails, a friend asked me if Bridie and I ever argue. I racked my brain before almost settling on the fact that we really don’t – we have one of those annoying relationships where we communicate effectively and get along most of the time. Suddenly, the metaphorical light-bulb above my head went […]