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I walked up to a tree and only fell once—into a spherical bush—along the way then I whacked at a mossy branch until it fell off then I dragged it

Being asexual, kind of

Just to be clear and start at a ground zero foundation, this is not about asexual reproduction, a la bacteria. This is about sexual orientation, as in, who people are attracted to. Secondly, sexual attraction and romantic attraction are different things. This post is about sexual attraction. *** Being asexual, at one extreme, implies having…

2 Seize a sky

I paddled toward the plant-covered shore . . . so I could sprawl in the mud, waves lapping the backs of my knees. Nothing burst out of the grass to eat

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A story on mental health and Dissociative Identity Disorder

My stance on generative AI

Articles on autism and writing tips

Flickers of fallen people haunt this death mage