Dear beautiful people,
I am excited to kick off this newsletter with a work in progress that I started drafting during a Sex Writing Workshop facilitated by the amazing Raechel Anne Jolie. I want to thank Raechel, whose memoir I loved so much I made a Rust Belt Femme Mixtape, and the equally rad writers who workshopped the piece with me in small groups—Margeaux Feldman and Cameron Steele. I highly recommend you check out all of their work (including the linked newsletters) if you haven’t already (and consider a paid subscription). Also, as a paid subscriber myself, I have three gift subscriptions to Cameron’s newsletter to give away, so please let me know if you’d like one!
This piece begins in medias res, with the steamy scene I scribbled down on scrap paper during the workshop. Then, I drafted a longwinded preface attempting to contextualize my unusual trajectory from professor to stripper. But I decided to trash it, because it’s too full of rage as frankly I’m still reeling from the …
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