Generally, I don't allow Anon access to my stuff. Generally. I mean, it's a route to getting harassed and I've no interest in feeding trolls of any variety, so I default to No Anon Access... pretty much everywhere.

But I'm brand new here and thus allowing Anon people to see what (little) I've posted makes sense. No one's gonna follow a blank screen, you know?

So Anon now has access. We'll see how that goes. I may change that over time or I may explore the permissions thing. Well. I WILL explore the permissions thing but that can wait for, you know, day 3 or 4 or whatever.

Relatedly, I 99% of the time do not post my face online. I'm not fond of photos of me in the first place. My maternal grandmother was outright obsessed with taking pictures so much of my childhood memories feature me posing for roll after roll after roll of film to be taken. So very over that.

I don't want to be remembered for my face.

I want to be remembered for my stories.

My art. The way I interacted with people and the things I did. I'm solidly queer (aro/ace and agender) so my actual physical body is... never what I wish it were, in part because what I wish my body was shifts moment to moment, day to day.

Which explains a lot of what I write, actually. So many queer characters. So much figuring out of love and life and gender when the world is shifting around one.

And, apropos of world shifts of the Most Unwelcome kind, I think I'll do a bit of promo for one of my (far too many) series: Debts to Recover.

This is the series 2nd highest on the spice setting out of all the stories I've written. It's got BDSM (consensual and ...very not), both debt and outright slavery, billionaires as true lords over everyone else and violent resistance to them. All told through the little guy's eyes.

It's dark. I took the current day at the time and projected it in the Worst Timeline direction. Honestly, I can see this happening especially with those in charge in the USA now. It horrifies me. One of the stories is bloody, gruesome, full of torture and both of the characters involved see it as a love story, which is... my brain surprised me that day.

Either way, it's full of people getting knocked down and getting back up despite the pain, despite the trauma, despite the abject hopelessness of their situation. There are rich people (well, one rich man) who tries his damnedest to actually be a good person.

Seems appropriate to everything going on right now.

(And yes, you have to click through to your preferred site. Gotta get my Shopify store set up. It's on the list for 2025. I'm still gonna try and point people at my stories even though it's Not Done Yet.)

Right. I have Done a Promotion, in a place where no one is likely to see it. *laughs* But that's okay. Back to work for me.