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Over hazy IPAs that tasted like too much experimentation, I told him about the first and second men I ever loved.
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Over drinks, I told you about the first and second men I ever loved. How the first broke my world open and the second pieced it back together.
I’ve been using this newsletter/blog/whatever you might call it less and less lately, primarily because I’m devoting all of my writing energy to the writing course I’m taking. Anyway, here’s what the last few weeks have looked like.
I started a 10-week writing course a few weeks ago. Joining a writing class is something I’ve been wanting to do for a while. I had high hopes of finding something in Austin that met in person, but honestly, there weren’t many good options.
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I spend the early summer watching reruns of King of the Hill and swimming in other people’s pools. In the afternoon, the sun hangs around forever, baking everything in an endless wave of heat and dust and shame. I try and keep cool by hanging out inside or drinking bad beers at bars with funky aesthetics and custom-crafted illustrations for their beer cans.
real, fake, and real again.
