Please raise your hands if you feel like the success of your stories has been the one to drive your writing towards subjects you hadn’t expected you’d write about, but yet, they seem to be more successful than those you initially had in mind when you enrolled in the Medium Partner Program (MPP).
Let your stories lead you.
I’ll be the first to admit this and own it proudly. I’m sufficiently open-minded to experiment with creativity and topics, and I’d be naive to miss out on exploring the financial potential of this side-hustle, which is writing.
When I started writing…
Everyone can have sex, but not all sex is good. Sex without an orgasm is meh. You could still have fun doing it, of course, but missing the outcome deprecates its value. Orgasm, therefore, not sex per se, is what makes the world go round.
I had sex for many years. Well, ever since I was a teenager, but trust me, for as many years, I might have very well gone without it while I had my fingers on me.
Self-confidence, self-acceptance and well, maturity was necessary for me to experience an orgasm during intercourse. So, as you have probably…
My mother likes to believe that I’m successful due to her tough parenting style, which was supposed to teach me resilience, determination, and independence. In a way, she’s right. I do owe it to her, but not in a good way. And same as I, there’s plenty of successful people that wish they could owe their success to their upbringing, however instead, what fueled their journey was their process of recovering from childhood trauma.
I consider myself a successful adult. Against the odds, I became someone that nobody in my family managed so far, and that is to be sane…
Hi, I’m Eva, and I created this publication — The Venting Machine, back in November 2020. It’s still small in terms of fellowship, yet we’re a proud community of writers.
What connects all of us is the need to let it out.
Life happens. It’s not all rainbows and unicorns out there. People get angry all the time, which is normal. What is important is what we do with the anger.
We live in a world where it seems like all our efforts are directed towards building and maintaining positive emotions: Joy, Gratitude, Serenity, Interest, Hope, Pride, Amusement, Inspiration, Awe…
I was writing a few weeks ago about how mothers like me are these exhausted human beings that are not interested in oral sex anymore, often seeing it as yet, another job.
My story drew a lot of attention, and many people looked frown upon me, men and women alike. So I read the comments. I nodded to some and rolled my eyes to many. …
What you’re about to read now is not a story about beauty products, even if it could be.
It was inspired by beauty products while massaging a sample face cream I got from my last visit to Sephora, which is why I decided to use it as a metaphor in a story about dating, marriage, and relationships.
Now, the smell of it and its texture, oh, it felt so damn good on my tired skin after a hectic day juggling with chores, duties, and tantrums.
This evening though, I got lucky; my son dutifully went to sleep without delaying the…
Do you remember those days back in school when you had a difficult test, and you wished you could sneak in the teacher’s office and change your responses? I have a strange feeling of familiarity regarding that life phase whenever my story is chosen for distribution after making changes to the initially published piece. And you know why? Because it feels like cheating on your test, only this time nobody cares if they catch you.
If you want to learn how to “fix” your stories after publishing them, this story will walk you through some tricks I have experimented with…
I did a fair share of venting about my idiot husband during the past months. They kept me sane, brought an additional income, and helped me understand some of the reasons I am still in this marriage.
In essence, three instrumental tools helped me cope with the struggles of an unfulfilled relationship: writing, therapy, and my son’s daycare.
Against my expectation I’d be out by now, I decided to stay. …
There are for sure some strong statements you wouldn’t expect to hear before breakfast. And my mom served me one just before coffee.
“…but you know that’s how women are in our family. We always hated men”.
My mom vented about her partner over the phone while driving back from daycare to drop off my son for the day.
The interesting thing was that as unreasonable and difficult I’d see my mom at times, right there at that moment, I couldn’t agree more with her; still, the realization of it hit me like a train.
We all regarded my grandmother…
I wrote two well-paid articles during May. According to my definition, one viral piece gathered over 3k views in one day, accounting for 14.6k views since its release, while the other decent one went just shy over 1k. Both of them are about sex.
There’s no news. Sex sells. It always had, and it always will — so don’t be shocked.
The reason I decided to write about oral sex and, later anal sex, was to experiment the freedom of writing under a pen name.
This topic is very different from what I normally write about or the reason for…
Writing under a pen-name is fabulous. You get to talk about everything that you won't speak about in real life and get money for it. Couldn’t ask for more!