Tag Archives: Litsa Dremousis

What the Tumor Left Behind

Litsa Dremousis explores if unfettered optimism in the face of a few mutated cells is what ultimately ended her relationship. Continue reading

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Why Trigger Warnings are Futile and Infantilizing

Designed to protect the traumatized from further trauma, trigger warnings fail in their mission because they place the burden of maintaining our equilibrium on others, as if they could ever truly protect us from additional psychic harm. Continue reading

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An illness by any other name will still mess you up

Litsa Dremousis with the single best offer on the Internet. Continue reading

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Turn Off Your Fleshlight

Litsa Dremousis investigates the onanist’s best friend, and does not come away uneducated. Continue reading

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Allied Forces: Cutting Our Allies Some Slack

Litsa Dremousis makes a compelling case for cutting each other a whole lot more slack. Continue reading

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The Light Easier to Find

Litsa Dremousis confronts middle age. And wins. Continue reading

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Neurological New Year’s Logic

“As I occasionally do in crises, I’m counting on my bountiful rack to provide a distraction.” Continue reading

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What I’d Tell You If I Could

Litsa Dremousis records her thoughts on the fourth anniversary of a devastating loss. Continue reading

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That’s Why the Lady Was on Stamps

In a nation of ample food, withholding it is punitive, argues Litsa Dremousis. Continue reading

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