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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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YouTube to Ban AI Blabber—Only Real Human Yelling Allowed from Now On
In a shocking twist, YouTube wants creators to be actual people again. In an attempt to prove it still remembers what a “human being” is, YouTube has announced a bold new monetization policy going into effect July 15, 2025. The platform will now only pay creators who use their real voices and produce original content,
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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
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The Flawless Imperative: Why I Wrote It, and Why It Matters
The Flawless Imperative Some stories don’t start with a character—they start with a question. For The Flawless Imperative, the question was this: What happens when the pursuit of perfection becomes more dangerous than the flaws it seeks to erase? This book was born out of my frustration with our cultural obsession with “fixing” people—our bodies,
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James Gunn’s ‘Superman’: A New Dawn for DC—Or Just Another Flight Delay?
James Gunn—the man who gave us a talking raccoon with daddy issues and a walking tree with vocabulary-based boundaries—is now soaring headfirst into Metropolis with Superman (2025), the film intended to resurrect the DC Universe from the flaming crater left by a decade of brooding billionaires and beige cinematography. And fans everywhere are asking the
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From The Trauma Bible: Maya Angelou Was Right. About Everything
The Trauma Bible: My Queer Psalms https://a.co/d/e8pD2qy – is a collection of unflinching poems chronicling queer survival in the face of trauma, religious repression, and conditional love. From belt sermons to Barbie dolls, microwave reflections to piano benches, these psalms reclaim voice and sanctify resilience. This is not your grandmother’s scripture. This is survival—with glitter
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This Ain’t Your Grandma’s Gospel: The Trauma Bible – My Queer Psalms
I didn’t write The Trauma Bible to be brave. I wrote it because silence was killing me. This isn’t just a book of poems. It’s a reckoning. A resurrection. A glitter-soaked gospel for anyone who’s ever flinched when the floorboards creaked. For the ones who sat in church pews trying to make themselves small. For
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Who Is Cotton-Eyed Joe—And Why Does He Keep Sabotaging Marriage Proposals?
If it hadn’t been for Cotton-Eyed Joe, they might be married by now. That’s not speculation. That’s lyric-confirmed lore. For decades, Cotton-Eyed Joe has haunted weddings, proposals, and vaguely Southern-themed social gatherings with all the subtlety of a raccoon on Red Bull. He appears from nowhere. He vanishes without warning. And he always—always—ruins the moment.
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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,