Cheryl Strayed
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DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #51: No Mystery About Sperm
Not a single one of us knows what the future holds.
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DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #50: Strange Proposal
Snakes. Hummingbirds. Perhaps a polar bear.
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DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #47: The Reckoning
Our kids deserve that, don’t they? To be loved shimmeringly? Yes, they do. So let’s get to it.
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DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #46: Beauty and the Beast
Dear Sugar, I’m an average twenty-six-year-old man, exceptional only in that I’m writing to an Internet advice columnist and that I’m incredibly ugly. I don’t hate myself, and I don’t have body dysmorphia. I was born with a rare blood…
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DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #45: Thwack, Thwack, Thwack
Give him a peek at whatever would make you slam the door shut if he walked in and caught you in front of the mirror.
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DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #43: Unrolling
It’s time to unbind, my innocent little peach. It’s time to evolve.
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DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #42: No is Golden
But as you are surely aware, forgiveness doesn’t mean you let the forgiven stomp all over you once again.
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DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #40: Be a Warrior for Love
I believe there is a divine spirit in each of us.
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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.
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DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #37: Scared & Confused
You aren’t torn. You’re only just afraid.
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DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #36: Icky Thoughts Turn Me On
You can take that power back at any moment.