"A Frigid, Protestant Anaïs Nin"

There is almost certainly a four-quadrant index of Writerly Sadness/Writers Who Fuck that I can and should be working on right now. Like on the one side you have Sad Writers Who Fuck, which is the category I am the least familiar with/naturally attuned to, but which probably includes:

(N.B. I should clarify that “Fucks/Doesn’t Fuck” doesn’t mean that th…

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