The Cry of a New Generation: Mentors Wanted. Reparent Us.
We are starved for reality—not your fucking adult fairy tales.
Fuck You. And I’m Not Leaving You.
They were telling me about a fight. One of them had said: “Fuck you. And I’m not leaving you.”
The Source of Your Power — Listen to your Daemon
The Pain You Feel Is Your Daimon Screaming
Every Morning Begins with Darkness. I Make Coffee Anyway
There are no medals for surviving your own mind.
The Triumph of Anora: Eroticism, and the Children of Dionysus
We are driven by the same sacred wild, erotic pulse of life.