Come closer.

This is Byrontology

You’ve felt it.

That thing that’s hard to name. Somewhere between tired and lost and almost fine.

Maybe you’ve cried somewhere embarrassing. A coffee shop. An Uber. A Trader Joe’s parking lot.

Maybe you’ve felt alone even surrounded by people who love you.

Me too.

Hi. I’m Byron.

I was Carrie Fisher’s personal assistant. She told me: take your broken heart and go make art.

So I started Byrontology. (My mom calls it a newsletter. But calling it a cult is way more fun.)

I write stories about failure, love, cancer, despair, bad decisions, and how I keep going. Sometimes it helps:

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What I learned about love by losing my virginity to a TV weatherman.

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How the gay orgy tent at Burning Man snapped me out of a funk.

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What it means that I’m scared my perfectly healthy dog will die one day.

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What people say:

“I’m sitting in a coffee shop reading this and tearing up like crazy.”
— Laura

“This caught me in exactly the right place.”
— Afonso

“Loved reading this. So vulnerable and tender.”
— Sophie

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If any of this sounds like you—come in.

Stories you feel. From an award-winning author.

• The personal stuff, like how I process feeling jealous or lonely. Not public posts.

• My survival kit—the things that keep me from drowning on a Tuesday.

• A welcome gift. Something personal. Immediately sent to your email.

Less than a cup of coffee each week. Never junk.

Your support keeps this sometimes sad gay writer going. That counts, too.

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