it's time to confess...

The wonderful folks at Pool Party Mag and I have been quietly working on something for a couple months – an advice column that's not about giving you advice or solving your problems. I've always loved the medium of advice columns and find it fascinating that, despite the premise, the advice rarely ever comes in time to truly be helpful.

The answer to your desperate social quagmire may come days, weeks, or months after you needed it. But, the beauty in an advice column is in the act of admitting something to someone, writing something down that's been bothering you and releasing it to the universe, hoping for an acknowledgement of some kind, maybe in the form of an answer from a stranger.

Confessional, I hope, will be some kind of Frankenstein's Chismosa: a combination of PostSecrets, penance, and the comment section on an Autostraddle instagram post. It's a space for you to admit something – completely anonymously. Then, like a stranger at a bar, I'll give you my two cents and everyone else will chime in, too.

First thing's first: tell me something I don't know. The first call for Confessional is "MESSY" — and we’re looking for honest confessions about exes, breakups, V-Day, masturbation, kissing your friends, embarrassing bedroom stuff, etc. Give us something juicy. More to come soon.