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Bite Marks Don’t Heal Right: Griefcore with Fangs and the Dangerous Act of Staying
Two men: one immortal, one terminal. Neither knows how to stay. Bite Marks Don’t Heal Right is a haunting queer love story about choosing someone, even when time is running out. No melodrama. Just blood, silence, and the kind of intimacy that bruises where no one can see.
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July’s Over. Thank You, Everyone: 7,174 Books Sold, 64 Titles Published, and One Heart About to Burst
In July, I sold 7,174 books across 64 titles—my first full month of self-publishing after years of silence and shelved manuscripts. From memoir to romance to horror, you showed up. Thank you. Every read, share, and review keeps this dream alive.
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Alone Together™: How to Cure Loneliness with Wi-Fi, Vague Eye Contact, and Corporate Wellness Emails
If you’re feeling lonely in 2025, good news: you’re not alone. You are, in fact, part of a globally trending demographic—a vast, echoing chorus of fully-charged devices and emotionally uncharged people, all sending each other “just checking in” texts while lying motionless on separate couches. We live in the most hyper-connected society in history. You
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Loyalty, Glitter, and Crime: Why You’ll Fall Hard for the Found-Family Chaos of Hell’s Kitchen Sink
Hell’s Kitchen SinkAlso by Brandon Cloud What if your second chance came with a busted boiler, cartel surveillance, and a drag queen crying behind the bar at 2am? That’s where the story begins in Hell’s Kitchen Sink—a gritty, sharp-witted, deeply human novel about queer survival, found family, and the kind of loyalty that sometimes slides
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The Naked Gun Premiere Stuns Nation: Critics Describe Experience as ‘Emotionally Immature,’ ‘Deeply Healing,’ and ‘Unfit for the Literate’
It was a night to remember—if, that is, your brain had been recently concussed by a whiffle bat and lubricated with the comedic sophistication of a whoopee cushion. The red carpet was laid, the stars were out, and the nation’s dignity was carefully packed into a burlap sack and hurled down a fire escape. Yes,
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We All Live in a TikTok Now: How Pop Culture in 2025 Became an Algorithm Wearing Lip Gloss
Pop culture used to be a mirror. It reflected us—warped, stylized, a little hungover—but recognizable. Now it’s more like a funhouse trapdoor. You open Instagram to check your ex’s vacation photos and fall face-first into a sped-up Olivia Rodrigo remix choreographed by six 19-year-olds in matching depression hoodies. Somewhere, a Marvel spinoff trailer auto-plays. Somewhere
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Facts, Fiction, and That Guy from High School Who’s Now a Virologist, Economist, and War Historian
Once upon a time—let’s call it the before times—truth had a certain charm. It was slower, harder to reach, and required more than a Canva infographic and a TikTok voiceover to feel real. Then the internet happened, and suddenly everyone’s Aunt Donna was a part-time epidemiologist with a minor in constitutional law and a doctorate
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Finally, Equal Rights to Cringe: “I Kissed A Boy” Puts Gays Where They Belong—on Trashy Dating Shows
So it’s finally happened. The gays have a dating show. Not a makeover show. Not a trauma documentary. Not another sob-stained coming out arc framed by string lights and tearful piano music. An actual, honest-to-God dating show. And not just any dating show—a trashy, sun-drenched, kissing-at-hello reality dating show with barely clothed men, confessionals, and
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From Lapdog to Lapel Pin: Trump Finds His Spine Somewhere Between Golf Holes and Polling Numbers
Let the historians mark the date: Donald J. Trump—formerly known as Vladimir Putin’s American pet project, emotional support cheerleader, and part-time Moscow mannequin—has apparently developed a taste for diplomacy with teeth. This week, the ex-president and likely 2024 nominee took a brief intermission from threatening NATO, throwing cheeseburgers at campaign staff, and offering to “fix”
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Burnt Toast, Bad Timing, and the Right Person Anyway: Why After the Toast Isn’t Just a Love Story
Amazon Author Page | Read After the Toast Romantic comedies are supposed to be light, right?Flirty glances. Cute mishaps. Big gestures and bigger payoffs. But what if the romance starts with a panic attack at a wedding? What if the laughter comes with grief? What if the meet-cute includes the wrong twin and a slice