I used to be the salacious sex blogger Queerie Bradshaw, but after my brother’s death I just couldn’t do it anymore.

Read the whole article at xoJane.com.

Here’s a sneak peak:

I got the fame I wanted. And then my brother got cancer.

For a brief moment, I thought I could be a bigger, badder version of Queerie Bradshaw. I thought I could shut completely off and fuck my way around the world. I thought grief would make me numb enough to do all the things I’d been too emotionally sensitive to do before.

Then I tried it.