The Body Remembers Where Desire Lives Last night, I dreamed of Nico’s hands. Not as I wrote them, but as I knew them. The kind of memory that clings like sweat after a long run, salt-stung and intimate. He wasn’t…
A Stay Tethered Exclusive Short Story Some nights, questions hang heavier in the air than smoke.And some answers — the real ones — don’t live in words.They live in the body.In memory.In surrender. One night, long after the world had…
Shame, Truth, and Rewriting Desire It starts before the first kiss.Before the first undoing of a belt.Before you even know what wanting is—this whisper you carry, silent as a bruise:Don’t be small. That myth, honeyed and hollow, presses itself into…
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