We’re here, we’ll commandeer, get used to it! — Dear RevolYOUtionaries, First of all, thank you so much for your interest in the upcoming revolt. We are all super stoked for next week’s onboarding. We are looking forward to not only your participation but your continued support to ensure our global community’s needs are met and that we, the…

Support your independent businesspeople — The taxi jerked to a stop so as not to hit the two beardy blokes who’d just bounced out of the Cereal Killer Cafe. “Nice smoking jacket, ya cunt!” the taxi driver yelled. “That’s no smoking jacket,” I said. “He’s wearing a bleedin’ bathrobe out as a coat.” …

№ 57 of 💯 — Her auburn hair screams of actress — She’s wearing her purple orating gown. Flaming auburn hair that screams of actress. She may be a force of nature, but her tresses are dyed a color not found there. She holds her book out in front of her. She’s about to give a reading at a night of “Oracions”…

№ 56 of 💯 — The flavor Sally Rooney would write — For as much as I say I don’t like it, that Raki sure went down smoothly enough when I was in Izmir. And an Absinthe (hey, Blanche — join a kind stranger for a Sazerac?) night every now and again is a nice change of pace. Dear Licorice. Are you…

Spoiler: It’s not writing Morning Pages or going on Artists’ Dates — My partner was having an undeniable crap day. “Tell me one thing that’s made you smile today,” I said last night. “It’s just been a day, Bobby. No smiles involved.” I reminded him of John Fetterman’s responses to Dr. Oz’s “Wegners crudité” foolishness. My partner immediately chuckled. “Those were pretty…

№ 55 of 💯 — Give me a color, I’ll give you ten minutes — Pink. I’m secure enough in my masculinity to wear it, but I rarely do. I did, quite a lot, back in London, when I had to be suited and booted for work. Now, notsomuch. Pink. The color of healthy gums and bubble gum, which my dentist would probably say is…

We had no idea they’d gotten back together… — “Simon always had a nose for a party.” That’s how Colm used to describe his ex, although we were unsure whether that meant, in this particular case, a comment on his ability to find a fiesta or that he had snorted his way through many a weekend. Last night’s text…

№ 54 of 💯 — Wrong turns, pretty houses — She closes the book she’s been reading, some YA saga about the dead who won’t stay dead, and places it on the nightstand. Fluff-punching the pillow into pre-slumber submission, she lets her head fall into it. She and her pillow sigh in unison. …