Love is making funny faces at sunset.

My contract with EdenFantasys has been terminated.

I was going to drag the telling out. Do my typical “tell a story, then get to the point” thing. But I decided I don’t wanna. The situation is not deserving of my razmataz. It was relatively uneventful. They’re making cuts, and my name made the list.

It’s definitely for the best. Simply put, my vision for SexIs has never matched Fred’s. And since he owns the mag, his vision is all that matters. So he’ll continue to go his direction, and I won’t be along for the ride. If you’re wondering what direction that is, I’d suggest getting in touch with Fred, Gary, or CarrieAnn. I don’t have a clue.

I rewrote that paragraph a hundred times because I’m not interested in bad mouthing anyone. Though I have plenty to say, I’d prefer to keep it to myself. No reason to publicly air dirty laundry.

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