DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #41: Like an Iron Bell
The best thing you can possibly do with your life is to tackle the motherfucking shit out of it. And, Johnny, on this front, I think you have some work to do.
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Dear Sugar—the once-anonymous online columnist at The Rumpus, revealed in 2012 as Cheryl Strayed, author of the bestselling memoir Wild—is the person thousands turned to for advice about writing, relationships, and so much more. This column ran on The Rumpus from 2009-2012 and many of the pieces were collected for the book Tiny Beautiful Things. Read our full archives here.
DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #40: Be a Warrior for Love
I believe there is a divine spirit in each of us.
DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #39: The Baby Bird
Dear Sugar, WTF, WTF, WTF? I’m asking this question as it applies to everything every day. Best, WTF Dear WTF, My father’s father made me jack him off when I…
DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #38: Romantic Love Is Not a Competitive Sport
Some of those women your boyfriend used to fuck have nicer asses than you.
DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #37: Scared & Confused
You aren’t torn. You’re only just afraid.
DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #36: Icky Thoughts Turn Me On
You can take that power back at any moment.
DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #35: Waiting By the Phone
But of course you’d know. You always knew.
DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #34: Are You My Mother?
You might lose your heart, honey, but you’ll keep your hat.
DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #33: Orgasm-Friendly Zone
Yes, you are obliged to tell the men you’re sleeping with regularly that you’re not sleeping with them exclusively. There are no exceptions to this rule.
DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #32: It’s So Much Easier to Be the Blowjob Queen
Ask yourself instead: What has been given to me? Ask: What do I have to give back?
DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #31: Lost in the Wilderness of Self
Walking and talking helped me tremendously when I was lost in my own wild thicket of shit in my twenties. But you know what helped me the most? Art.
DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #30: Pluck It From the Floor. And Onward You Go.
It’s a funny sort of reverse logic, how every now and then your vision is clearer when you constrict rather than expand it.