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From Pews to Platforms: Why I Wrote From Pray to Slay
📘 Get the book here📚 Explore more books on my Amazon Author Page I didn’t write From Pray to Slay because I thought the world needed another “queer trauma” novel. I wrote it because I needed something messier than healing and more honest than hope. I needed something that didn’t tie things up with a
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Confessions from the Wreckage: Why I Wrote Daddy Issues Anonymous
📘 Grab your copy here Let’s get something out of the way:I didn’t want to write this book.I had to. Daddy Issues Anonymous didn’t begin as a story. It started as a scream. A gut-deep, eye-rolling, sarcasm-soaked exhale of, “Are you kidding me with this?” It was grief in a drag wig. Humor on top
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American Idol Judge Gives Final “No” — to Life
In a chilling twist worthy of a Lifetime movie scored by Ryan Seacrest’s ghostwriter, a music supervisor for American Idol and her husband were found dead in their upscale California home this week. A 22-year-old suspect—who sources say has never made it past Hollywood Week—has been arrested. Authorities are calling it a “targeted killing,” though
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Scissors for Thee, Chainsaw for Me: The Supreme Court’s Guide to Fairness
Ah, the Supreme Court—America’s Magic 8 Ball in a powdered wig. One minute it’s declaring that President Biden can’t forgive a dime of student debt without Congress’s explicit permission, the next it’s sipping sweet tea and watching Trump light the entire Department of Education on fire like it’s a 4th of July sparkler. Because apparently,
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LOVE ISLAND USA SEASON 7: FIJI’S HOTTEST VILLA—OR CANCEL CULTURE CARNIVAL?
Fiji — that sunny paradise where love is allegedly found, but more often fumbled in front of 42 strategically placed cameras and a table full of tequila shots. Love Island USA Season 7 has turned up the heat, the scandals, and the thirst—both emotional and otherwise. Sure, we tuned in for romance, but we stayed
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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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DOJ’s Epstein Cell Footage Brought to You by Adobe Premiere Pro—Now Available in the Creative Suite of Justice
In a bombshell that shocked absolutely no one with an internet connection and a pulse, it turns out the Department of Justice’s long-awaited, much-demanded footage from Jeffrey Epstein’s cell was… edited. Not lightly cleaned up. Not redacted for national security. Edited. As in “stitched together in Adobe Premiere Pro like it was your cousin’s wedding
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100 Times I Didn’t Flinch: My Book Quote Collection
From Small Town Gayby “If God made me, then either He’s not angry—or He’s not very good at His job.” “I was born with a bruise on my soul and a glitter bomb in my ribcage.” “Coming out didn’t feel brave. It felt like bleeding in front of people who cheered the wound.” “I didn’t…
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Pray the Gay Away: A Conversion Therapy Survival Guide (Now With 60% More Trauma and Zero Science)
Welcome to Conversion Therapy™—the only place where Jesus moonlights as a licensed therapist and heterosexuality is somehow contagious if you cry hard enough. Buckle up, buttercup. It’s time for a full-bodied, unlicensed, medically discredited journey through the spiritual carwash known as “turning you straight.” Spoiler alert: It doesn’t work. Unless the goal is PTSD, self-loathing,
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Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell, Don’t Heal: The Ghost Policy Still Marching in Combat Boots
Ah yes. Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell—that beloved Clinton-era gem of half-measure equality. The 1993 military policy that essentially told queer Americans, “You can serve your country, but could you please do it invisibly?” Because nothing says “thank you for your service” like “now lie about who you are, suppress your identity, and don’t you dare