This is my interstellar craft of truth and wit. Buckle up. If you want celebrity gossip, this is not the blog for you. If you want comfortable postings that’ll fill you with happy fuzzy thoughts about the world at large, or self-help guru shit, this is not the blog for you.
Category Archives: Best of Steff
I don’t follow analytics much with my blog. You’re reading it. That’s all I give a shit about. Following the traffic, I don’t do much of that. I’ll check once or twice a month, see if my daily visits are holding up, and if there are massive spikes, I see what posts were near that day. [...]
Come morning, everything always changes. New. Nice. No fuck-ups yet. Yesterday’s badness has fallen away, but it’s left me in thought — not surprising, given I dig thinkin’. And here’s the thinkin’ it produced on humanity in general. Sometimes we get unfortunate reminders of just how far-ranging humanity is. Good people, bad people. Ugly-ass people. [...]
I’m in zombieland. Mono-focused. I know what I want. I’m after it. Period. Brains. Nommy brains. Mmkay, no. I want life to be my bitch. That requires me being strong, fit, and healthy. It requires me undoing bullshit that caused me to gain back 8 pounds — and probably several inches — of the 70 [...]
On Friday, I spoke at this year’s Northern Voice Blogging Conference at the University of British Columbia. I spoke on a panel Saturday, too, but that’s another story for another time. The conference was great, but I’ll leave the recaps to others. Speaking? Whew. I was fucking terrified of my speaking engagement. Not because I [...]
For everything I’ve published this week, four have gone into the depths, filed under lock and key, not fit for sharing. Too personal, too exploratory, too unconnected, too any-number-of-things. A lot of what I batted around regards my relationship with sex: Where it’s been, where it went, why it changed, why it matters, what it [...]
I’m sitting here in my panties, belting out George Michael songs, as sunlight spills in. I’m absolutely comfortable in my own skin this morning, beaming and grooving. It’s only fitting, then, that this should be the last-ever “Smut and Steff” posting. Yep. Done like dinner, baby. By the time you read this, likely, this will [...]