FUCKING HELL TO THE FUCKING YEAH!!!! I can honestly say I was sorely disappointed at the idea that Dear Fuckers was mellowing out, chilling out, taking it down a notch, whatever. I part because I spend every fucking day outraged about everything from the dumpster fire at a cum factory that is our government to working with men that keep trying to shrink me, that feed my imposter syndrome, that want me to be less. FUUUUUUUCKKKK all of that. Fuck this. Fuck that. Fuck them. I am fucking angry. I am fucking disgusted. And I am not going to stop screaming about it all. And I am fucking thrilled that I am not alone in my perimenopausal-inflamed rage.
Welcome back! We love the bad bitch version of you the mostest.
My mentor distilled fifty years of knowledge and wisdom into three words. #BeMoreYou.
Be More F***ing You, Amber !
I just got back from a talk put on by the Trouble Club in London, a subtly subversive movement all about celebrating women on stage at events. Around 1,500 people (vast majority being women) watched Margaret Atwood and Elif Shafak in conversation.
It was wonderful and a privilege to be in a room not just with those two amazing women, but where it was all about celebrating the minds, hearts and souls of women.
Love your thoughts and yes, you are an amazing writer. More please
Yay! Dear Fuckers is back! This summer I embarked on an emotional journey to be "Miss Honeychurch on the Bosque." In other words, just as Charlotte Honeychurch (Room With a View) was advised to live as she played (piano) I need to live out loud like I write (here in New Mexico). Be you. Be bold. Fuck everything else.
Yes! I need the sweary truth. Yes, I’ll pay for it! Sometimes we just need to spit the unvarnished facts together. And I’m tired of tempering emotions when the people I’m tempering it for can’t tell the difference between courtesy and submission. Glad you’re back!
FUCKING HELL TO THE FUCKING YEAH!!!! I can honestly say I was sorely disappointed at the idea that Dear Fuckers was mellowing out, chilling out, taking it down a notch, whatever. I part because I spend every fucking day outraged about everything from the dumpster fire at a cum factory that is our government to working with men that keep trying to shrink me, that feed my imposter syndrome, that want me to be less. FUUUUUUUCKKKK all of that. Fuck this. Fuck that. Fuck them. I am fucking angry. I am fucking disgusted. And I am not going to stop screaming about it all. And I am fucking thrilled that I am not alone in my perimenopausal-inflamed rage.
Welcome back! We love the bad bitch version of you the mostest.
My mentor distilled fifty years of knowledge and wisdom into three words. #BeMoreYou.
Be More F***ing You, Amber !
I just got back from a talk put on by the Trouble Club in London, a subtly subversive movement all about celebrating women on stage at events. Around 1,500 people (vast majority being women) watched Margaret Atwood and Elif Shafak in conversation.
It was wonderful and a privilege to be in a room not just with those two amazing women, but where it was all about celebrating the minds, hearts and souls of women.
Love your thoughts and yes, you are an amazing writer. More please
Love this #bemoreyou
Yay! Dear Fuckers is back! This summer I embarked on an emotional journey to be "Miss Honeychurch on the Bosque." In other words, just as Charlotte Honeychurch (Room With a View) was advised to live as she played (piano) I need to live out loud like I write (here in New Mexico). Be you. Be bold. Fuck everything else.
So glad this is back! It’s exactly what I needed today!
BRILLIANT!! Welcome back to the nightmare we live in. I can't wait to read your next missive. My new mantra...FUCK EM ALL TO HELL!!
Welcome the fuck back. I feel genuinely refreshed.
P.S. We never left.
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Fuck yeah. Welcome back!
Keep being you. Make them uncomfortable. Do not conform. Fuck em.
The world needs more feral women fighting for our children and our collective future.
I get it. Raised to be a good girl, a people pleaser. It took me until 34 to decide I was done masking for everyone else.
If you’re too much for them, they’re not enough for you. 😏
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That last line though!! Love love
Yes! I need the sweary truth. Yes, I’ll pay for it! Sometimes we just need to spit the unvarnished facts together. And I’m tired of tempering emotions when the people I’m tempering it for can’t tell the difference between courtesy and submission. Glad you’re back!
YEEEEEESSSSS!