Writing Queer Love Without Rules

Beyond the Triangle The first time I let myself want two people at once, I thought it was a failure of discipline. A crack in the monogamous armour I’d built over years of practice. The boy I loved wore eyeliner…
Beyond the Triangle The first time I let myself want two people at once, I thought it was a failure of discipline. A crack in the monogamous armour I’d built over years of practice. The boy I loved wore eyeliner…
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…
Not Needing to Be the Only One
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