#fluoresensitive

It is absolutely no secret that I've been a little slack in the writing department lately. Between the stressors of the world, a body and mind changing daily with disability, and just plain ol' burnout from writing my first novel, I haven't had my groove in a hot minute. I must ask you to forgive me for leaving you all for so long, and forgive me, again, for leaving the website. When I left last year, I was tired. Tired of the harassment, tired of the anti-Blackness and the way my words were constantly twisted and misunderstood. I lost my confidence in my voice, and I thought there was nothing I could say or do that would be worthy of attention. But so much has changed inside of me, in my personal life. And yes, seeing all those kind messages before I left and even some of the messages I see now in my inbox cheering my return... It makes me realize that some things are bigger than me. I don't mean to over-inflate my importance on this website, but I have been something here. Someone to hate, someone to love, someone to shit talk and support and whatever, but what matters beyond anything to me, is that I have been someone that has made a space for Black lesbians, a space for lovers of horror and of the grotesque, a space for Black people to be loud and angry and disagreeable. I don't know how long I can maintain this, or how long we will have places like Tumblr to scream into the void, but as long as it is here, I will be too, and I hope you'll have me and support, flaws and writing and moodboards and collages and all. To paraphrase Norma Desmond in that fabulous Broadway musical Sunset Boulevard— Everything will be as if we never said goodbye!

If you've followed me for a while you might remember that I did the art for the hardcover version of the book in 2022 (!!! such an exciting and fun project to work on) This was one of the early concepts that we didn't end up using, but I found the sketch and decided to finish it for fun <3 If you still haven't read On Sundays go read it right now! You can buy it here

thank u babe, that’s so sweet of u. congrats on with ur book and i look forward to ur beautiful weird and wild future creations. keep ur head up and don’t let the bastards grind u down.

because theyre one of those assholes who routinely dogpiles trans women and accuses them of sexual abuse and pedophilia for making even slightly kinky posts on a website where the baseline is people fully declaring how badly they want to cum inside and knock up men? use your brains. do research!

I know you read a lot so I tried to find some you maaaay not have read, but some more popular others are My Soul to Keep, Piranesi, The Deep, and Jane: A Murder.

omg yah yah!!!! exactly, none of these assholes understand that passing is a verb!! at most, its something someone claims for themselves! but dickhead non-Black people and whites found the term and as usual mutilated it! anyway, thank u and love u <3333

William O’Neal was an FBI informant who infiltrated the Black Panthers in Chicago. He provided the FBI with detailed information about Fred Hampton’s apartment, and then slipped secobarbital into Hampton’s drink so that he would not wake up before the feds could assassinate him. William O’Neal was also a Black man. Identity isn’t a defense like you think it is.

so those hoes condescending to us and saying we're all just a bunch of triggered teenagers is laughable because they love to act high and mighty but who has the better reading comprehension here. it's not them.