Davis encourages other lesbians to share their personal stories, too.
I really only think about it in a “wow, I’m really fucking lucky I’ve found something I love to do everyday. An editor there started scanning through my blog and reposing more stuff. And here’s where I get to the hindsight being 20/20 part – I was living with a brilliant, kind, helpful, beautiful, wonderful human with a giant book deal (who could make this sentence a hell of a lot better) and I didn’t ask her for help.
I’ve been reticent to write about the experience because I don’t want it to come off humble-braggy (or regular braggy), or sounding like I’m lamenting one of the most exciting and proud accomplishments of my 20s. I should have told my boyfriend to skip this paragraph.
I don't trust dating sites...obviously the illuminati runs them so I'm just putting them here.
This video is about how I'd be good to date because I'm low maintenance.
Within about ten minutes my boyfriend texted me that he’d gotten the job he’d been in hoping to get for the past six months. Champagne was consumed, Drake was blasted, drunk rapping was the main activity of the evening. Yet another good friend is an editor at a publishing house. – put up on Amazon), I was actually sitting in my apartment alone, drinking massive amounts of vodka and texting pictures of dead bed bugs in a plastic bag to the guy with the bed bug sniffing dog to confirm that I did indeed have bed bugs. It was a stroke of luck in some ways that I was drunk and on the verge of insanity because both of those things compelled me to announce my book’s arrival on social media. As it turned out there was a new website devoted to reviewing every Kindle Single and the woman who reviewed mine absolutely fucking hated it.