DIANA MAYERS

I was planning to write a rather romantic story today—one that led me to a few important realizations. But after publishing my previous article on Wednesday, something happened that I simply cannot stay silent about. I am furious. The anger has cooled slightly over the past week, but I still need to say what I intended to say. Otherwise, all those unspoken words will keep eating away at me from the inside. I can't say any of this directly to the person involved, so I'll say i

Remember when I wrote that I needed to bring sex back into my life? Well, I did. The whole thing turned into a comedy, honestly. But the most important thing that came out of it was this: I realized I've lost the ability to fall blindly in love. And that's what this story is really about. At first, I thought I'd handle it the same way I did in my twenties—go to a nightclub and pick someone up. This was before I moved, while I was still living in DTLA. I had found a great club

I disappeared from social media for a little while, and the reason was simple: I was busy moving. As much as I wanted to film content and document the whole process, I just couldn't. I was completely exhausted. It's been only a little over a week since I started packing my belongings, yet it feels like an entire lifetime has passed. More than that, it almost feels as if I was living in a different reality. I wasn't scrolling through social media, I wasn't posting anything, an