sometimes I write. sometimes I stare at birds.
photographs/art my own unless otherwise stated.
queer. it/its and she/her in unequal measure. 🔞
maybeelse.site
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"this bunny plush is irradiated because it was in the Evil Zone. don't touch it or you might die" insane
—and here are my beautiful identical doll daughters, Tiger Enrichment Toy and Soup Pumpkin. Your quest, weary traveller, is to decide which has the most fuckable name. Godspeed
MARCY BONES (Sausage King of Chicago)
casually mentioning that the earth is hollow after treating Grand Fenwick's search for an entrance to it as a running joke for a while would be funnier if I was going to post these stories in the right order ...
how to kill a girl
But it's not really that.
Erotica always strikes me as a faintly aspirational, self-effacing description. A lighter touch. It wants to be art.
Pornography knows exactly what it is, and what it's for.
T4T unethical medical professionals ... he's a pathetic loser of a doctor, she's a smokeshow nurse ... together they perform horrifying experiments on prisoners in the service of a fascist regime ...
Caffeinated Otter
(this says more about me than about how the world actually is)
It's about different narrative modes, the way stories are shaped by their texture. You can write a scene as horror or comedy or romance without changing the fundamental course of events within it, just by making choices about which lenses and angles you'll use. Maybe moving the lights around a bit.
