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The Blonde Upstairs Is Gone: On Loni Anderson, Loss, and the Women Who Knew the Assignment
Somewhere in America, a bottle-blonde receptionist in a sleeveless satin blouse just took a long drag off her Virginia Slim and said, “Well, shit.” Then she turned off the office lights and walked herself gently into the dusk. Loni Anderson died yesterday. Seventy-nine. A “prolonged illness,” her publicist confirmed, as though time itself weren’t already
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Traditional Family Values: The Proposal Was a Lie—But the Applause Was Real
A closeted Senate candidate proposes on live TV. His ex—the ghostwriter behind the speech—must decide if telling the truth is worth losing everything. A devastating queer political love story about optics, erasure, and survival. Read Traditional Family Values. #Booktok #AmReading #BookLover #BookWorm #BookTwitter #booksky #bookrecommends #2025TBR
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Will Smith Drops New Album, Slaps Us with Feelings (This Time, With Consent)
Let it be known: the Fresh Prince is back—but this time, he’s less “Parents Just Don’t Understand” and more “My Inner Child Just Called CPS.” Yes, after two decades of radio silence (and one globally televised moment that turned every Oscar afterparty into a group therapy session), Will Smith has returned to music with a
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Mandy Moore’s Drive for Justice in a Hit-and-Run America
There’s a particular kind of poetic justice in watching the star of This Is Us become the accidental spokesperson for This Is You, Actually—on the Run, in a Late-Model SUV. Yes, Mandy Moore, once America’s sweetheart in a pastel prom dress and now everyone’s trauma doula in prime-time weepies, has taken to Instagram to do
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This Is Not a Drill: When the Soft Launch Goes Nuclear
📘 The Soft Launch | 🖇️ Amazon Author Page Let’s get one thing clear: I don’t write fairy tales. I write survival stories dressed up like genre fiction. Horror in heels. Romance in red flags. Comedy that comes with trauma triggers and a Google Doc of therapy notes. Because real love doesn’t arrive with a
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Netflix August Drops: What’s New, Who’s Crying, and Why That Rom-Com Feels Like a Fever Dream”
August has arrived, sweaty and screen-lit, and Netflix has once again hurled content at us like a toddler with a glitter cannon—chaotic, sparkly, and mostly aimed at the wall. This month’s offerings include the much-anticipated return of Wednesday and the release of My Oxford Year, a rom-com that sounds like someone typed “feelings + accents
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Why Thanks for the House, Stupid Might Be the Most Honest Love Story You’ll Read This Year
ChatGPT said: “We grieved him differently. He fell apart; I took inventory.” Thanks for the House, Stupid is a darkly funny, emotionally wrecked queer romantic dramedy where grief throws two ex-rivals into forced cohabitation—and maybe something like healing. Haunted, horny, and halfway healed.
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Gen Z Lives at Home Because They’re Smart, Not Lazy—And Also Because Rent Is a Crime Now
Let’s all take a deep breath and thank Generation Z. No, not for their TikTok dances or the fact that they somehow revived low-rise jeans, but for refusing to play the rigged Monopoly game we keep handing them and asking, “Why don’t you just buy Boardwalk?” They’re not buying Boardwalk. They’re moving back into Marvin
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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.