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A New York Story

Christian tightened his scarf and shivered as he slogged through the end-of-February slush. He passed L’Artusi on West 10th Street, thinking back to a joyous dinner last weekend with two of his closest friends, a lesbian couple who had been like family to him for years.

“Eh hem,” a stunning woman in her mid-30’s leaned against the brick building a few feet ahead, smiling suggestively at him. Her long, toned legs were exposed and a faux-fur coat hugged her hourglass body.

How is she not freezing? Christian thought as he gave a tight-lipped smile and kept walking. He had enough…

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A Real New York Story, Fictionalized

Aeryn had seen Sarah Jessica Parker’s nipples this evening. And oddly enough, that hadn’t been the most shocking part of her day. She sat straight up in bed, unable to fall asleep even though it was nearing 5 am. A butcher knife glistened on the bedside table, ready if she needed it. She thought back to this morning, which felt like a lifetime ago. She had been a different person then — a person who didn’t have access to the things and parties and people she had access to now.

Jocko Willink, Commander of Task Unit Bruiser (and one of my heroes)

As daunting news, uncertainty, and unexpected personal blows have become our new norm, the question becomes: How do we cope in a way that’s beneficial for our mental health?

About five years ago, I got my sh*t together. The people that knew me before would probably tell you that I did a complete 180. What really happened was I pulled myself out of victim mode. I had been using all of the bad things that had happened to me as an excuse to give up and not really try in life. Literally, no growth was happening. I was probably even…

“In life, you can choose to cry about the bullshit that happens to you, or you can choose to laugh about it. I chose laughter.” — Kevin Hart

A few years ago I came to the realization that what I’m incredibly passionate about, besides helping others, is laughing. And humor in general. That might sound stupid to you (now — just wait), but humor is everything to me. Laughter equals happiness in my mind. And it’s how I’ve gotten through some of the most gut-wrenching, painful times in my life. I want to die laughing… That’s not a joke either.

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SEVEN of us got Corona at the same time in one house.


Needless to say, it wasn’t the best time of my life. However, it also wasn’t the worst. My mental state has dipped low a few times throughout quarantine (the initial fear of not knowing how bad our Corona symptoms would get being one of those times), but I have a list of practices I employ to boost my mood that have helped. These practices were curated before quarantine (or B.Q. …

Diana Hawk

Texan transplant in NYC. Hedge FundHeadhunter. I write real New York stories, fictionalized:

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