Sugar goes straight to my thighs, I can’t do math, and I need to be held.

(I’m 44 and turning into a woman)

Yes, that’s inappropriate and could be offensive but I don’t mean it. It’s just the mood I’m in as I type this. If you know me, I’m usually a super serious guy. So once in a while, I need to be ridiculous to balance myself. Or I’ll explode. I’m a fucking therapist. What?!

Author of “I Used To Be A Miserable F*CK” and “Single. on Purpose.” IG: theangrytherapist