Fear and Arousal Live in the Same Place It starts in the breath. That hitch in your chest.That clench in your belly.The way your skin listens—hungry, alert—when the dark whispers your name. You don’t know if it’s sex or survival.You…
On Pseudonyms, Alter Egos, and Writing with More Than One Name Writing with Pseudonyms and Alter Egos. There is no one body I write from. There never was. Only shifting skins, cracked mirrors, and the sweet ache of truth made…
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