Brianne Hogan

I’ve decided that I no longer want to depend on an exchange of cultural consumption or “comparing lives” currency in order to feel good about myself.

Dry humping my pillow and imagining it was David Duchovny seemed a much hotter alternative than doing the real thing.

For a long time, romantic love was an esoteric thing to me that I assumed would occur eventually, like taxes and having your clothes dry-cleaned.

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accidental movie star. founder of crankytown. wannabe villain.

public speaker. author. entrepreneur. loss-to-love alchemist.

The turkey was rubbery. The mac ‘n cheese was cold. But somehow the meal was delightful.

From fierce bunnies to books, Sonja rocks the art world.

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Real Names: Heather Cocks and Jessica Morgan