Sex, Death, Food, Work
Friday afternoon: the sex-and-death scent of lilies; waffle pajamas; hungry – banana pancakes?; irritated (not your fault); hi.
1. Got dope letters from some of you in response to the last newsletter. Here is one, excerpted anon and with permission, because I’m not a nightmare Internet content-scraper:
“For me, self-care is all about living intuit…