This Never Happened

 It’s time for another edition of SE(N)O, an essay series on A+ for personal stories we wish we could tell on the accessible-to-our-employers-and-everyone-we’ve-ever-known mainsite, but can’t for personal and professional reasons.

This is filler text to keep the contents of this A+ essay, which is a pretty cool one but also very personal, below the members-only cut on the page. This entire essay is available to A+ members, but can't be readable or searchable by anyone else, like employers or people I went to college with or family members or my neighbors or my kindergarten teacher or my ex-landlord or my current landlord or most people, really. Once my ex-landlord tried to "connect" with me on LinkedIn, which was extra weird because ...

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Originally from Boston, MA, Rachel now lives in the Midwest. Topics dear to her heart include bisexuality, The X-Files and tacos. Her favorite Ciara video is probably "Ride," but if you're only going to watch one, she recommends "Like A Boy." You can follow her on twitter and instagram.

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