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Now Accepting Gifts

We haven't taken the big plunge into full time content creation or merch. However, we do this work in the time we have that we can squeeze in between work, school, and our individual personal lives. If you'd like to give a monetary gift out of appreciation for the work you find here, links to... Continue Reading →

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Honoring My Past Self

It was early 2020 when it started. Everyone in the world held their breath as an unknown danger spread across the globe. That is when the isolation began, and the earth shattering silence of the deep and dark... But unlike most of the rest of the world, my isolation wasn't because of the pandemic, it... Continue Reading →

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What Comes Next

Last week I did a thing… A terrifying, horrible, awful, powerful, empowering, glorious, beautiful thing. I told the truth about someone who abused me for the legal record. Not all of it, just a few of too many things because the prosecution felt that the whole picture was too much. And I do understand. There... Continue Reading →

even under ice

even under ice shoots of green grass grow stronglyseeking slivers of sunshineundeterred by winter‘s coldbe thou like the grass ⁂ ⁂ ⁂ Tanka, the muse Inspired by the birds singing outside and the green under sheets of ice.

winter

winter once seemed a sad wasteland both dead and bare everything in cold darkness yet the grass grows under snow to bird songs ringing ⁂ ⁂ ⁂ Tanka, the muse Inspired by the birds singing outside and the green under sheets of ice.

8760 Hours.

Perched in a chair with my messy hair in a bun and my eyes focused on the homework due the next day. He beckoned for me to follow him into my room and as usual, I obliged. I knew what would happen next because when he wanted my body he got it. I was face... Continue Reading →

The Cycle.

Love Desire, safe Devotion, fidelity, intimacy, perseverance Manipulating, exploiting, betraying Unbearable, insufferable Abuse

Cowardice is Not Love

Written by: Anonymous This article was written by someone who wishes to remain anonymous but who is in the middle of deconstructing. GwenAnn and I have edited it some for clarity but it remains the work of this anonymous author who had something to say that fits into our philosophical discussion of deconstruction but who... Continue Reading →

The first moment

From the moment she first laid eyes on him she knew. He was in his late 20s and fit. He was clearly from a bigger city than the one they were in that night and his urban look made her worry that the feelings she had of dread were because they were different races. That... Continue Reading →

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