Learn to Write Without Bleeding

A reminder to write what’s real, not what’s raw.

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It feels strange to be back here, writing again.

Not because I forgot how — but because I’ve had to relearn why.

For years, I was known for telling the truth, or at least my version of it, without flinching. Confessions of a Video Vixen was avant-garde in 2005. Oversharing wasn’t yet a genre, and my openness felt radical, urgent, and even necessary. Back then, I wasn’t just writing; I was testifying. And the world, as we now know, needed that testimony.

Two decades later, I find myself toeing carefully back into the water, aware of how cold and crowded it’s become. Everyone’s confessing now. Everyone’s telling everything, and as the noise grows louder, I feel an instinctive pull to whisper.

In a World that Rewards Oversharing, Silence Can Feel Like Rebellion

There was a time when sharing your private life felt brave, like an act of defiance against shame. Today, it can feel more like participation in a performance.

We live in an era of digital diaries and monetized vulnerability. The line between honesty and exposure has blurred beyond recognition. And for those of us who built our voices on raw confession, that…