Find someone else â
To man off to.
Youâre laughing but this isnât cute
Weâre laughing for another purpose.
It isnât cute.
Living our queer, twisted truth. Stories, art, love, and cantankerous cats.
Find someone else â
To man off to.
Youâre laughing but this isnât cute
Weâre laughing for another purpose.
It isnât cute.
Poe Bans Physics: Declares Floor âEmotionally Hostileâ.
The valleys of my youth are burning.
The moss is gone.
The ghosts are quieter nowâ
buried beneath drive-thru queues and Dragonâs breath.
We inherited ash.
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This queer narrative confronts systemic silence, discrimination, and erasureâfrom the AIDS crisis and âDonât Ask, Donât Tellâ to blood donation bans and anti-trans legislation. It chronicles a personal awakening shaped by policy, protest, and pride, revealing how queer identity is politicized, policed, and ultimately reclaimed as resistance and truth.
A lyrical descent into myth and memory, this Welsh literary fiction short story explores betrayal, penance, and the weight of ancient gods. Hirlas, a fallen knight turned stag, roams a winter forest under Arawnâs curse. When a hunter arrives, past and present collide in a haunting meditation on fate and identity.
the ice in the air today feels like relief a rare december when the bite of the air on my face feels like hope and the crunch of the grass is the rhythm of my march towards you and all my poems feel half finished now and the days are dark right now, my loveContinue reading “The Long Road”