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Medium Makes Me Feel Like A Total Slut
Medium has been making me feel like a slut but not the type of slut you’re thinking of. I mean this type of slut.
A dirty, slovenly man.
Invented circa 1386 by English poet Geoffrey Chaucer (in the form of “sluttish”) to describe a gross man of low moral character. A man can become a slut through rotten behavior, especially by having sex with more than one woman (sexual depravity).
Well, not Medium exactly but it’s publications. There are so many of them, and I want to flirt with them all. I want to take them out on a cute date, cook for them, and open up a very good bottle of white wine, you know; fine dine and wine, the whole package.
This is getting too steamy so I’ll tone it down a bit.
Every publication is sexy
The only reason I feel like this is because I want to use so many publications at the same time.
Hello, Love? Yes, please! ILLUMINATION? Count me in. Mind Cafe? This is orgasmic. The Startup? Oh yes. Every single one of them is beautiful in its own way, and I wanna do them all — in a non-sexual way.
I want to be a writer for all of them, and write! Adapt my writing to all of their…
