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Valentine 2026: This Is the Day

21st annual Valentine’s Day mix, much belated (and yes, I’m leaving Spotify): open.spotify.com/playlist/19I...

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Today on the program, Part 1 of my annual round-up of the 10 most-listened-to episodes of the year.

Big thanks to everyone who guested and everyone who listens.

🎄Part 2 - Christmas Day.

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Happening now! For today only - you can get my WYS course at a steep discount! No code needed - just add the course to your cart on my website and hit purchase <3

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Join us tonight at 7 pm for a double feature reading by @melissafebos.bsky.social and @donikakelly.bsky.social!

@melissafebos.bsky.social comes out swinging in her essay “Nothing is Gayer than My Love for Women’s Basketball.” I wasn’t fully prepared to have the collection begin with such storytelling awesomeness.

Today on the program, my guest is @melissafebos.bsky.social, author of THE DRY SEASON: A MEMOIR OF PLEASURE IN A YEAR WITHOUT SEX. @aaknopf.bsky.social

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Honored to be in this year’s anthology!

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Melissa Febos is one of the fiercest, most brilliant writers I know, with a gift for seeing straight to the heart of things. I'm grateful for her generous words about TRAVELING IN BARDO. @melissafebos.bsky.social

Out 9/9 from Balance/Hachette! Pre-order: www.hachettebookgroup.com/titles/ann-t...

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Why did I love this? "Maybe it’s the juxtaposition of memoir as academic dissertation with memoir as blunt 'can we talk?' observations...Perhaps it’s just that she really knows how to frame and tell a story." My review of @melissafebos.bsky.social THE DRY SEASON in @wirobooks.bsky.social.

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Personally would love to hang w @halaayala.bsky.social in the sun

Also, I can't help recommending yet again @melissafebos.bsky.social 's brilliant essay, "Do You Want to Be Known For Your Writing, or For Your Swift Email Responses?":

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Bad Faith | Dale Peck Andrew Sullivan first showed up on my radar in 1991, an innocuous blip that gave no indication of the full-frontal assault about to be launched on the American left. I was working for OutWeek at the…

Seems like a good time to reshare @dalepeck.bsky.social on Andrew Sullivan

Celebrating Intimacy of Self: Mauricio Ruiz interviews Melissa Febos MELISSA FEBOS <br> At the end of that year, I felt whole. I was ready for the kinds of growing that I could only do in conjunction with another person

"Writing is a form of alchemy that gives very bad decisions value in hindsight”

In a new interview, Melissa Febos (@melissafebos.bsky.social‬) speaks to Mauricio Ruiz about her year of celibacy, which is the subject of her new book, "The Dry Season." Check it out below!

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 “The manner in which I had loved people was a symptom of how I moved through the world and understood my place in it. I had understood one of my life's tasks to be the management of others' perceptions of me. It was my job to attract them and then meet or placate their desires. I had performed this unconscious labor in every realm of social life. I had earned my living that way, my self-esteem, and my physical safety. It defined the silent economy of all my romantic relationships, which insisted that the rest of my life's passions must fit into the space cleared by a lover's satisfaction. My freedom was earned by their contentment. No one in possession of that ruthless part, whose first love was art, could sustain such a dynamic. Eventually, it exhausted me, the relationship collapsed, and I was on to the next. I had not invented it, but I could choose to set it down.”

A screenshot of text that reads: “This all sounds very rational, and the factor that most drove my endeavor was not rational. I felt it in my body like physical hunger, tugging on every cell. It felt biological. A pressure like that of sickness or fatigue. It was a desire that had finally grown stronger than its opposite, but was yet unknown. What did I want when I wanted the absence of something? It wasn't really time or a hob-by. I had no reference for the object of my hunger, and that was a strange condition. In my quietest moments, on the drive home from work, my body humming as I belted out a song about love, and just before I fell asleep or after I woke, I was just an animal with a past. I sensed how much I didn't know yet. I understood that an animal could be very hungry and not know for what, only in what direction it lay.”

Calling it now: @melissafebos.bsky.social’s THE DRY SEASON is the book of the summer