I'm looking to have a few guest bloggers blog on my site. I am seeking writers with an edgy voice, great opinions, and an innate sense of leadership and skill to give tips and advice when it comes to the subjects of Love and Relationships.

Chosen writers will put their own Adsense above their post and earn money for every click that their post receives. In addition, writers will also receive a byline with a link directing back to their own personal blog.

If you are interested, please e-mail a writing sample with a link to your blog to lrl.advice@hotmail.com

And don't hesitate to stop by the blog and comment. We love to share and earn at Trew Life Advice!

Dear Trew Life,

I find myself wanting more out of life. I moved to New York City in order to fulfill my dream of becoming a published writer. I’ve gotten nothing but rejection letters since I’ve been here. When I first moved here things were exciting and I could stroll through the city, seeing different sights and cultures. Now, I almost hate the city. I want to give it all up, Trew.

Failure Mark

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Dear Looser Mark,

• You are a looser
• You are a failure
• You suck
• Your writing is shit
• You knew you’d never make it
• You blew your life and your finances moving somewhere that doesn’t want your chicken scratch down-snydrom writing.

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*Plese understand that it aint my intenton to seeme smarter then every body. I just felt like righting what I felt.

I pick up my pencil, nervousness causing the bones in my fingers to tremble. I have not written on paper, with a pencil, in so long. The entire concept seems foreign to me. I am a creature lost within a land so snafued, due to my civilized habitat.

From the first stroke that the led made on the white paper, causing the famous letter I, I knew I was on to something. I knew my mind was capable of vertiginously creating tales of love, suspense, murder, romance, death, action, and drama. And maybe even some erotica that people will, no doubt, hide from others too ashamed to admit they are sex-hungry, freaky ass nasty-pants.

And just as quickly as the thought exploded into my head, stars and magic-dust flying around pell-mell, I lost my train of thought. The momentum of my creative vehicle towards a masterpiece came to an abrupt stop.

There, in the middle of thoughts in succession and completion, I set the pencil down and stared at my computer longingly. It was no more than ten feet away from me. I needed to hear the thuds of the keys echoing through the plastered walls. I suspired, longing to feel the plastic keys tickle my senses with a touch rough, yet smooth on the surface. Hell, I needed to type.

An imaginary whistle blew, causing me to snap out of my momentary stupor. The wheels of my proficiency in language began to slowly turn. Smoke billowed from my ears. Head got hot. I was heating up, fingers ready to tightly grip around the wood of my pencil and paint a picture with words like Norman Mailer.

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Note: If the language of this post is a little too graphic, read on and share in my love of half-way decent grammar coupled with sailor words.

Vanity, sometimes, is everyone's biggest sin, at some point in their lives. Sins come in all different ways and as God fearing Americans, we are taught that no sin is greater than the next. Well if this is so then why don't liars get sent to prison to spend half of their lives rotting there?

A woman had the audacity to say, "People who lie should be shot. I think its crazy when gays are allowed to sleep in the same house. You know they're screwing each other's brains out. And don't get me started on gamblers and smokers..."

We all lie, hey, that's a part of our human DNA. We might lie and not tell Ronnie that his penis is really small and he would make a horrible porn actor. We might not tell Kayla that her nose is far too crooked and no casting director would hire her even if she promised to suck his dick and his later generation of boy's dicks.

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Most of you know that I have been posting interviews on the subject of men not calling women back after a wonderful first date. I can honestly say that I've contributed to this monstrosity. Ladies, before you go throwing tomatoes at me, let me explain.

When I was about 17 (young, fresh and stupid) I went out on a date with Charlene Brady. I thought she was the finest thing since sliced bread. Of course, I thought her to be miles and miles away from my social caste and decided that I wouldn't pursue her at first.

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I have the worst writer's block you could think of. I had 5 articles to pump out this weekend and when I finally approached the final article, my brain went blank. It's like all thought, creativity and drive flew the co-op or something. Where did it all go?

As I sit here typing away, I ask myself, "Why didn't you take a pee when you were at the house?" I say this because I'm doing the pee-pee dance on a stoll at the university library. Yes, how pathetic. I'm doing the pee-pee dance with an empty brain and balled up words, metaphors, prose, verbs, nouns, adjectives and may other writer's tools wanting to be used, but unfortunately are not being used (what a long ass sentence?).

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We've approached the very last interview in this series. I apologize for the tension that surrounds this last interview. I do not like when people try and throw ass backwards psychology at me in order to justify something that only needs the truth said. If I ask you, "Did you drink my pop?" And you say, "Have you ever drank someone's juice because you didn't know it was theirs?" Then that leaves you open for whip lashes from my tongue. But I am very excited that the young man participated in this very last interview.

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Why don’t men call women back after a "great" first date? Well, ladies and gentlemen, I feel as though I’m on to something new. During an afternoon meal (not quiet breakfast, not even brunch but I got my eat on) with a high school buddy of mine, I bumped into a couple of females who actually paid me, from time to time, for my dating advice back in high school.

One of the women looked me in the eyes, and instead of saying hi, she said, "This guy I was with last night never called me back. What the hell did I do wrong? It was a perfect date."

Unfortunately, I couldn't answer her question on the spot. Instead I referred her to my posts on usavoice.com and advised her to pay close attention to the answers given. I told her my plans of interviewing four different men who have, in some way, shape, or form blew a "perfect" possible relationship due to avoiding the follow-up phone call. Each man will be different, and in turn will give different answers as well as scarily similar answers.

Below, I have posted the third interview:

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Mr. Snipes,

I am a follower of your blogs, from lrl to your myspace blog. I love the things you speak about and the way you say them. I sent you an -email question to lrl.advice but you didn't post it. I figured it was because so many people send you questions. So I decided to send one here in the hopes of it getting answered. My husband and I are getting a divorce. I am a legal secretary for a law firm downtown. My husband is a file clerk for one of the local plants in town. The court plans on making me split everything with him. I was the bread winner and I feel it wrong that he gets half of what I worked my ass off to get independently. The other day he called me up and told me that he hopes I die. Today the judge announced that he will not give my husband half of my money but he will give him 10% of what I own. When I got home there was a voice mail for me. It was from my husband. He told me that he was sick and tired of us fighting and realized that it would take too mcuh out of use emotionally and mentally to keep up with the separation. He told me that our daughter was crying everyday and he wants to come home so we can work things out. What should I do?

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Why don’t men call women back after a "great" first date? Well, ladies and gentlemen, I feel as though I’m on to something new. During an afternoon meal (not quiet breakfast, not even brunch but I got my eat on) with a high school buddy of mine, I bumped into a couple of females who actually paid me, from time to time, for my dating advice back in high school.

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On this Saturday morning a ringing phone jerked me from my wonderful slumber. I was already in a nasty mood seeing as how I stubbed my toe on the banister at 5:00 in the AM. Foot bleeding and toe burning, it took me two hours to get back to sleep. All that pain due to a five o'clock urine run.

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Why don’t men call women back after a "great" first date? Well, ladies and gentlemen, I feel as though I’m on to something new. During an afternoon meal (not quiet breakfast, not even brunch but I got my eat on) with a high school buddy of mine, I bumped into a couple of females who actually paid me, from time to time, for my dating advice back in high school.

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When it comes to psychology, we (our... brethren) possess the qualities needed to propagandize the naysayers, not with manipulation, but with talent and an innate sense of persuasion. I know that when good, truthful words drop on this here Internet- make that the PLANET- they will persuade a lot of these backwards thinking ingrates to think wiser about the future of OUR earth's music, learning, politics and people. When a mama Turkey hears a certain cheep, cheep noise from her babies, she automatically nurses them. But if the babies don't make that sound, the mother will neglect and even kill their children. Can you imagine that? All from a sound? Our voice will be that sound that we, as a young generation, are lacking. That sound could, in fact, help us nurse our country to some sense of optimism about our future.

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Today's E-mail advice might blow you away just as hard as the question blew me away. I couldn't believe someone would ask me this. Not because I don't know about it or look down on people who do it, but because I never thought someone would ask me a question about any sexual intercourse, fellatio or four-play activity, especially someone so young. Below is the young woman's question:

Wazzup Poetiq Exprezzion,

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As always, If you are offended by any foul language hidden and sticking out through my post, I apologize for you having to get the hell over it.

The Post

I was sitting around talking with a friend of mine. Her name is Jessica. Jessica feels like she is overweight. Don’t get it twisted, she is not the size of Lindsey Lohan after Mean Girls, but she has a very nice shape. She looks like Star Jones circa de suction.

She sat her silly ass there complaining about a guy not liking her and her feeling like she should just kill herself. And the woman wasn’t playing. What follows are the words (some paraphrased) I told my friend and the words I’ll tell all of you.

Technorati tags: self-respect, discussion, love

The Words

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