Filth, Power, Choice There’s a kind of honesty that only comes when you’re kneeling, lips parted, eyes upturned, and he asks you: “Do you want it?”And you say yes. Not out of degradation. But devotion. Piss isn’t just taboo. It’s…
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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