Ice, Strawberries, and Motor Oil

I’ve spent years asking women for a level of depth I wasn’t brave enough to give back. I used to be the stoic one. Or, at least, I thought it was stoicism. Sometimes it’s repression wrapped up in an ego burrito. I thought that by sitting on my wants and staying “patient,” I was being…

Neglect doesn’t always look like walking away. Sometimes it looks like staying, but no longer being curious.

𝑻𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐’𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏’𝒕.The kind of pursuit that feels like flattery at first…until you realize he wasn’t really looking at you.He was looking at his fantasy—and you were the placeholder. It can be one of the loneliest feelings—being seen, but not as the who who you are. Ever feel…

It’s a heavy week. But even when it doesn’t feel true, you can still choose hope.

For the woman whose whole body exhales when she’s finally touched with care—This is what that care might feel like.A man who:– sees her tension before she names it– learns the pressure her back actually asked for– holds without fixing– speaks through presence, not performance– and just wants to make her week meltIf this meant…