Lindsay Rae Brown
Lindsay Brown is a freelance writer who loves to give people a chuckle with relatable stories about everyday life.
In Regards To My Recent GoFundMe Campaign To Build A Sex Room In My Garage
Dear (so-called) friends and family on my various social media networks, I wasn’t going to write this letter but after some consideration felt that it had to be said. After all, here I am, trying my best to get through these challenging times, and what am I faced with? Criticism and mocking.
The Rocky Horror Picture Show: Soundtrack Of My Soul
I’ve always had this problem of loving people a little too hard. It’s this tiny button that’s built inside of me, flashing relentlessly and saying, “All the people must love you, Lindsay, or you will not be loved at all,” so that’s fun.
Thoughts That Have Been Consuming My Brain Lately
1. Every day, I walk around with a bag of my dog’s shit in my hand. There Lucy (the dog) and I will be, strutting our stuff, shaking that ass down the sidewalk, and I’m literally holding a bag of her poo, thinking I’m super hot stuff. Literally, just swinging around a steaming bag of dog crap.
heartstrings tug in pools of evanescence fleeting reverence over iridescent adolescence ~ back when buckshot butterflies
The Colour of My Creativity
Orange is the colour of creativity. Castle-building fantasies. Great globs of world-building galaxies. Orange is the colour of spontaneity.
When You Find Your Creativity Flagging Diverge From the Norm
Every time I sit down to write, before my fingers even touch the keyboard, I rub my hands together maniacally. Like I'm the evil antagonist of my own story. I don't know why I do this. Maybe I'm trying to hone the ancient comedian writing gods and we all know how dark and twisted those folks are.
Is That A Pubic Hair In My Wine Glass? Or Am I Just Happy To Malbec?
I’m sitting on my patio, drinking a glass of wine, writing on my laptop and trying to seem fancy—not because I’m actually a fancy person but because I want my neighbours to think I’m a fancy person.
Why Is It That Boob Articles Always Go Viral?
It always happens this way. The article that took you 20 minutes to write has gone viral, and you have no idea why. At least, this is what happens to me every damn time.