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Dear Queer Diary: Finding the Write Time

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Although I have never in my life awoken in the morning feeling like P. Diddy, I regularly wake up in the morning feeling like the author of the next great American novel, a feeling that I wish I spent more time preserving in my journal before I put on my sensible work shoes and walk out my apartment door.

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Dear Queer Diary: Virginia Woolf Is My Homegirl

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No, I do not know Virginia Woolf’s official stance on bras. However, let’s put it this way: she wrote that a woman needed five hundred pounds and a room of her own to write fiction—not five hundred pounds, a room of her own, and an uncomfortable, expensive, and otherwise constraining undergarment. Enough said.