It's never too late
On failure, astrological help, and cat mosaics
Happy April, friends!
I’ve been sick for approximately 100% of the last month (THANKS, CHILDREN) and instead of doing anything productive, as I’m wont to do, even when ill, I created a Courtship mosaic out of cats and finally ran out of Grey’s Anatomy episodes to watch (never thought I’d see the day!)
Also, Vika and I celebrated our three-year anniversary in Las Vegas. You can’t even tell I’m sick. That’s the power of three pounds of makeup. I felt like an IRL version of the TikTok glam filter.
The best part was that the Bellagio fountain behind was was playing Celine Dion’s “My Heart Will Go On.”
Can you even? #KitschHeaven
To prolong the celebration of queer love, I’m offering 50% off the VIP version of this newsletter this week.
If you missed last month’s essay, in which I Dear Sugar’d myself, you can read a preview here.
On failure
I think about failure all the time, but especially after a rejection. (My erotic novel was recently rejected by the first publisher I sent it to.)
No one esca…