This is a Portal
If you’re new here, don’t worry — you haven’t missed anything.
You’re just in time to jump into the rabbit hole of my imagination, where real life alchemizes into art through story.
What you’ll find here are fragments from a moment in time, sideways glimpses into the worlds I’m building — and maybe into parts of yourself, too.
🐚 You don’t know how sharp your beak is.
Sometimes we need to burn things down, strip away the untruths and dysfunction – so we can see what’s left.
🐚 Pleasure isn’t the point.
KittyAnn hasn’t realized yet that comfort can be its own cage.
🐚 Pardon me, the allewhat? (It’s kind of a moot point.)
Mercedes is irreverence embodied – and maybe my sharpest teacher.
🐚 The magic always ends eventually.
KittyAnn is desperate for permission. The problem is: from who?
🐚 Most of what you try doesn’t work.
It’s an invitation. Or a challenge. Depending on your mood.
🐚 The sharp edge of your truth is calling.
KittyAnn’s on the edge of something real. Maybe you are, too.
🐚 You’re allowed to want something.
Even if it’s not practical. Even if it’s not who you’ve been.