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Friendship love letters are my personal archive, evidence that platonic love is just love; underrated and valuable. I deeply encourage writing letters to your friends, telling the people that you love that they’re dear to you, not just when boys are mean to you. soapbox done.
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Three cheers for platonic intimacy!
I used to play at romantic relationships, it often felt like I was following a script, playing a part. It was perilous; at any given moment I was going to be found out. I told my friends that I found it all quite technical and it ranged from clunky: “should I kiss him now?” “What are the rules, what are things girlfriends should do?” to embarrassing: “I think I’m supposed to feel something now [insert feeling here]”.
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I take friendship seriously and it is a hill I’m willing to die on. Platonic intimacy is what keeps our human cylinders firing and we’ve collectively allowed it to become a secondary function of relationships. Your life partner will love you and do things to and for you that a friend cannot (eg. change your last name or bind your bloodlines) but what they cannot do is fulfill and round out your life the way friends can. Friendship is the prize. Always.
As we walk this journey together, I think some things are pretty clear (particularly because it’s my 40th post!): I’m passionate about friendship and I enjoy giving people their roses while they’re still around to smell them.
As you know, friendship is a big deal to me: oases in this here cruel life. I also believe in letting people smell their roses
If you’re new here, know that a hill I will die on is the underrated and life-affirming power of friendship and its unfair relegation to second place behind (equally formative) romantic relationships.
This second edition is a throwback. As always the objective is clear: platonic friendships can be formative and meaningful and deserve more than the secondary (or placeholder) position that they tend to occupy. Every other week I attempt to undo this injustice one anonymous letter at a time.
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Collaborative Eavesdropping 