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4Xtra’s Firework Mishap: When Your Local News Station Becomes a PSA in Real Time
In a stunning display of what happens when overconfidence meets combustible materials, local TV affiliate 4Xtra accidentally turned their Fourth of July coverage into a live-action cautionary tale, launching not just fireworks—but also flaming shrapnel, shattered camera lenses, and at least one terrified intern—into the skies and hearts of viewers across Central Texas. The segment,
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Why I Wrote Suté and Solitude: Dating, Queerness, and the Beautiful Trash Fire of Modern Connection
Let’s get one thing out of the way: I didn’t write Suté and Solitude because I had answers. I wrote it because I was drowning in questions. About dating. About queerness. About whether emotional intimacy is still possible in a world where most people flirt by reacting to an Instagram story and ghost you faster
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The Writers Who Shaped My Brain, My Voice, and My Emotional Damage
There are authors you read once and forget, and then there are the ones who crawl inside your head, redecorate your worldview, and leave you with a lifelong case of existential introspection. This is a thank-you note (or warning label?) for some of the writers who’ve done just that—brilliant, dangerous minds I keep returning to,
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The Big Beautiful Bill: Signed, Sealed, and Ready to Strangle Democracy in the Parking Lot of a Golden Corral
July 4, 2025 – Washington, D.C. (formerly known as the seat of democracy, now mostly just a themed escape room with worse puzzles) Happy Independence Day, America.While you’re lighting sparklers and dodging Uncle Randy’s racist fireworks rants, the government is signing its final love letter to authoritarianism—The Big Beautiful Bill. That’s not satire. That’s what
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Happy 4th of July! The Country’s Already on Fire—Might as Well Add Fireworks
Ah, Independence Day. That one time of year when we gather ‘round gas grills, wave flags made in China, and celebrate “freedom” by launching flaming projectiles into the nearest drought-stricken field. Because nothing screams liberty like sparklers in one hand and existential dread in the other. We’re told it’s a patriotic tradition. But let’s call
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When the Silence Spoke Back: The Unspoken Cord and the Book That Refused to Let Go
In March 2020, amidst uncertainty and personal turmoil, I wrote “The Unspoken Cord.” This novel explores grief, truth, and the complexities of caregiving within queer love. It portrays the painful realities of watching a loved one fade, not through death, but through silence, and the emotional struggles that accompany such experiences.
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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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Mephisto Finally Appears in the MCU — As a Spoon Reflection, Because Why Not
After seventeen years of online conspiracy theories, leaked Funko Pop rumors, and blurry screenshots from Disney+ paused at 0.02 seconds, the Marvel Cinematic Universe has finally delivered what fans have been begging for: Mephisto. Well… sort of. In a decision that surely involved a dare, a bottle of whiskey, and a budget meeting gone wrong,
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BREAKING: Supreme Court Declares Porn Still Legal—But Only If It’s Emotionally Repressed and Filmed in a Cornfield
InIn a landmark 6-3 ruling destined to give abstinence-only health teachers a throbbing sense of purpose, the U.S. Supreme Court has sided against the adult entertainment industry in a First Amendment case so naked in its implications, even C-SPAN blushed. The ruling stems from Freedom of Expression vs. The Entire State of Utah, a lawsuit
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Screw Perfection. My Books Are Live. Amazon Knows Where to Find Them.
For years, I did the thing we’re all taught to do: polish the manuscript, pitch the agents, wait for permission. I submitted. I revised. I shelved entire books waiting for the “right time.” Spoiler: it never came. So I stopped waiting. I’m self-publishing. And I’m terrified. And proud. And exhausted. And—finally—free. These books are raw.