Help Me Do More

This is a call

Let’s cut to the chase.

No, I don’t have a job.

Yes, I did. Now I don’t.

That’s a whole story we’ll get to—but for now, here’s what matters: It’s just me. Making media.

And here’s where it gets tricky: the money of it all.

When my job and I parted ways, I got a smidge (read: smiiiiidge) of severance and the laptop I’m pounding on now.

Oh—and I just got engaged. April, the month we got engaged was the last month that things felt “normal.” Supposedly “the happiest time of my life.”

Except I’m toggling between wedding venues and grief on my For You page. Between joy and trauma. Between building something new and watching the world unravel.

People ask: Why? Often it’s: Why do you do this to yourself?

And I never know how to answer.

Because what do you mean?

You think that just because you can look away, you should?

I’m not saying it’s healthy to be checked in 24/7. But isn’t it a privilege to not be the one suffering? And if that’s true—then isn’t it our duty to witness? To speak?

So I’m building a subscriber-funded tell-all. I’ll give you the juicy bits. The drama. The receipts. But you, my love, have to pay for it.

Not because I’m trying to be cool. Because this work deserves to be sustained. Because truth costs something. And media that makes a difference needs fuel.

I’ll still give you the news. Free. I’ll still speak the truth. Free. But the subscriber section? That’s where I overshare while funding the work..

I’ll tell you everything: The job story. The engagement and wedding bts. The stuff you’re already DMing me about—and more.

So let’s get into it.

(P.S. I have a Let’s Get The Party Started promo to kick things off. This is a warm welcome, not a discount strategy)