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When she first came across my social media feed, I thought she was just another influencer. She was shiny, blonde, and youthful, and I’m pretty sure I scrolled right past her. I quickly discarded her ...

that don’t ask to be seen. I recognized something in a line I heard recently. She walks quietly so nobody can hear. It stayed with me. There was something familiar in it— a knowing I’ve carried for a ...

The waters of the physical world are swirling, churning, and brewing in hurricane, cyclone, and storm like fashion, impending chaos and doom in news headlines glaring at us. The mana of the natural ...

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Almost everything we have been taught about sexuality begins and ends with another person. We learn how to attract partners. How to please the other person. To capture attention and be desired. To ...

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And there is Mercury sex. Mars sex is the sexuality most of us recognize. Mars—the Roman counterpart to the Greek god Ares—is the god of war. And Mars sexuality carries that same kind of force. In ...

Last year, I wrote something called Menopause: One Man’s Guide to Not Being a Complete C*** when your Partner is Struggling. It was quite the interweb sensation, with thousands reading it. Which is ...

I have been thinking a lot lately about what we mean when we say someone is successful. Not the “Becoming President of my country” or “Being the richest person on the planet” or “Winning the Nobel ...

I have been waiting for the Horse all my life. I didn’t know I was waiting. I knew I wanted one. That is different. My first horse was an Ardenner. I was six years old when my grandfather let me ride ...

There is a particular kind of grief that has no name yet in any language I know. …the grief of watching a generation come of age inside a world that will not protect them. Physically. Mentally.