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Texas, But Make It A Theocracy: The Warning Behind Salt and Static

I wrote Salt and Static because I was done whispering. I was born and raised in West Texas, where the gospel is louder than the truth and the heat will peel your skin and your dignity if you let it. I grew up gay in a culture that weaponized silence, shame, and scripture. I survived
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The Man, the Myth, the Misstep: Shannon Price Says She “Had No Choice” But to End Gary Coleman’s Life—Then Fails a Lie Detector

In a story that sounds less like a somber eulogy and more like a mid-season twist on a forgotten true crime docuseries, Shannon Price—the ex-wife, ex-roommate, and ongoing enigma of child star Gary Coleman—has emerged from the shadows once again. This time, she’s here to explain why she pulled the plug on Coleman’s life support
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The Sugar Rot: Why I Wrote The Bitter Aftertaste

The Bitter Aftertaste I’ve always loved zombie stories. Not just the blood and chaos (though, let’s be honest—I live for a good gore-streaked takedown), but the truth they expose. The way they strip people down to who they really are when the Wi-Fi’s gone, the power’s out, and the rules don’t matter anymore. But with
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Behind the Heat: Why I Wrote Suté & Solitude

There’s something about kitchens that always felt a little like churches—hot, reverent, chaotic. A place where you suffer beautifully in the pursuit of perfection. Suté & Solitude was born from that heat. But it’s not just a culinary novel. It’s a love letter to every queer person who’s ever tried to outrun loneliness by working
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A Fragile Armistice: Love, War, and the Prison That Doesn’t End

A Fragile Armistice “You shouldn’t care what happens to me.”“That’s the problem, Vane. I already do.”—Dialogue between Tillman and Vane Let me tell you where this story doesn’t begin:It doesn’t begin with a grand battlefield charge, or a sweeping Southern mansion, or patriotic speeches about freedom. “I don’t need forgiveness, Colonel. I need… I need




