
V.V. Valentine
LOS ANGELES, CA
I’m an essayist, humanist, and part-time anarchist; a cis-gendered, not entirely straight vanilla woman who currently shares a bed with my sixty pound rescue dog, Sparky. We cuddle. We spoon. When I roll out of bed in the morning and my hair’s a disaster and I seriously need to brush my teeth, he doesn’t judge me for it.
I make a living walking dogs, but I’d much rather make a living writing. I know, me and a million other people. So, anyway, I’ve got this website and, if you like what you read here, you can also find me on medium.com where I contribute poetry, photography, personal essays, and humor for some great Medium publications.
Just look for VV Valentine!
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A Long Weight To Go
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Nova Vita
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Liparita
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