From the pen of author Plain Smut There’s a kind of honesty in a body’s reach.The way your hand slips under the sheet—almost of its own accord—before you’ve even hit the end of the first paragraph. A twitch. A pulse.…
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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