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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

name no god but silence

I wanna write a poem about the gum, drum, bubbleguppy beat drop, feel the bass hit my face raise my waist to the grace at the table say a prayer to the grave or the stable (are you real are you real?) nothing answers, nothing matters, chase the bass drop fallin’ face flop hit the…

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Pretty poetry

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