Dear…what now?

Years ago, a friend of mine and I had a private, anonymous blog we called “Dear Fuckers” so we could write letters to the people and things in our lives that were giving us angst. It was fun, cathartic, and a great way to get out all those rage monster feelings without directing them at other people.

Now, all these years later, I spend a lot of time on social media…a hotbed for outrage, angst, and frustration.

So I decided to resurrect Dear Fuckers as a newsletter where I could share my own abundant rage and throw rocks at the things that give me angst and wring out some humanity between the profanity now and again. It’s ranty, it’s occasionally deeply personal, but it’s all pretty unapologetically sweary. Trigger warning for abundant f-bombs and the creative use of words like “fucktangular”.

Welcome. I’m very grateful to have you here.