working in corrupted educational system and no real writing worth reading by anyone done ever in my academic life. Let's say if i survive 2025 without trying to end my life it'll be miracle.

This year I'll be 37, total mess, who knows what year of depression (7th? 8th?), no life partner or close friends, living in a country which tries to destroy its neighbour country 3d year in a row (and 11th if you count properly), ->

A little bit about Hotbed, for new followers & friends: it’s the story of a secret (ish) club of radical feminists in Greenwich Village in the 1910s who were trying to define this new term as they lived it. They were trying to figure out how to live politically and personally honest lives.

I wanted to write about their network, in part to fight the great-individual school of biography, which publishers still prioritize. But also because I think it takes courage to live on your own terms - and friendship, which is the core of this story.