Coffee Date #12: Wrapping Up the Year

On drawing a line under 2020

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Here we are already with the final Coffee Date of 2020. I’m glad I get this last chance to sit down and write to you all before I take a much-needed mini break and we wave a not-so-fond farewell to the year.

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Wrapping Up the Year

This is normally the time of year where we celebrate all the good things that have happened during the year. Writers post round-ups of their best pieces, sex educators post listicles of the best toys they reviewed during the year, we all look back at what we’ve achieved, and so on.

I am going to do a more traditional “round up” post on the blog that will go live on New Year’s Eve (coincidentally, also my 4th Blogiversary,) but this is not that. This is me sitting here and wondering how the hell to sum up any of this.

I want to say something to reassure myself that I haven’t wasted the year, that I’ve done good and worthwhile things with my life and my work. I want to say something comforting to all of you, who show up week after week to read my words. To tell you it’s all going to be okay.

But I just don’t know how. Truth is, I don’t think many (any?) of us have a goddamn clue, because all of this is so new. So different. So - yes - unprecedented.

So this is my offering for the last newsletter of the year. Instead of trying to offer you something profound, I’m just going to tell you that I don’t really know what to say. I don’t know what is helpful to say, versus what causes more stress. I don’t know whether positivity is better than just acknowledging that everything kinda fucking sucks and all we can do is keep trying to get through it.

If you don’t feel celebratory, I don’t blame you. If you DO, I wish you every single ounce of joy you can wring from this weirdest of holiday seasons. If you feel like celebrating your achievements, I encourage you to do so with your whole heart. If not, if you feel like you spent most of the year treading water, I’m right there with you.

I don’t know what to say, so I’m just gonna hold out a socially-distanced hand to you all across the miles, offer you a glass of mulled wine or a mug of hot chocolate, and say that I wish you whatever you need to come through the other side of all this.

This week on the blog

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Reads, watches, listens

Reading… I’ve switched back to reading for pleasure rather than education this week and plan to read lots of fiction in the coming weeks. I’m currently working my way through SK Tremayne’s The Assistant, a spooky thriller about “Electra” (a home assistant much like Amazon’s Alexa) that somehow knows all our heroine’s darkest secrets.

Watching… I was lucky enough to receive advance access to CLIMAX, an educational series of short films all about pleasure and masturbation techniques for folks with vulvas. I’ll be writing up a full review soon but if you want to check it out, please use my affiliate link to do so. (Fair warning: VERY explicit, full genital nudity and technique demonstrations.)

Listening… Following the delightful(ly ridiculous) It’s a Blinkin’ Life Christmas special, I’ve been listening back to some older My Dad Wrote a Porno episodes. For all the aforementioned 2020 reasons, now is a time when I just need a giggle for than anything. Rocky, Belinda, and the MDWAP crew provide.

Last word

We made it, friends. I’ve said this before and I’ll keep saying it: if your greatest achievement this year was getting through it, I’m so proud of you. Things are going to keep getting better and, though 2021 might not immediately look different, we can see the light at the end of the very long tunnel now.

Love you, and see you on the other side.

Amy x