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Writer, editor, and transgender advocate. I specialize in finding delight in all things horrible, and horror in things delightful.
There's a lot going on right now. Death, discrimination, plague, income inequality, climate change ... the list goes on. Sometimes it's just better to read about vampires.
I specialize in horror and fantasy but I write in all speculative genres. We read stories about people that don't exist, participating in events that never happened, because even the most implausible stories speak a truth to us: that humanity is universal.
"Intriguing. Marvelous, and what poetic descriptions." -Joy, reader
"The Carving Bones is one of the more unique stories I've been reading lately, with fantastic aesthetics & writing!" -@maritima_
These stories, however, are not just allegorical: they are also fictions (“stories with a beginning, middle, and end”) intended to entertain and enrich people’s lives, and in this sense they have survived into the modern era.
Howdy, friends! Well, I said I had some exciting news in the last newsletter, and I did not lie. As of May 1st, Don't Hurt Birds Games has launched a Kickstarter. Jessica Crimes, our Queen of Bastardry and Warlock of Dice Punishment, has done it again. You may remember her previous success on Storybox!
Hello, friends and enemies! PRETENTIOUS GAMES for VILLAINS and BASTARDS has been sent to the presses! PRETENTIOUS GAMES is an anthology of unique TTRPGS designed by a team of trans and LGBT creators. For more details, go ahead and visit our Kickstarter page, or follow @DHB_Games on Twitter.
I need to make a couple of notes. First off, none of this is real. I promise. Names, characters, businesses, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. I say this to protect you.
I became suspicious of our infestation when the woman took two steps from the Corner Bookstore and got run over by a bus. The bounce of her black curls, the blare of an incoming horn, a wall of colour like a scene transition. She was paint on the tarmac.
BOUNDARIES IV A rainy evening. October 24th, 1917. My dearest Castile, I must confess I have been reluctant to write to you. I hope you will not think this rudeness is owed to any action on your part; rather, Father has been imploring me to answer your last letter so insistently that I resisted out of stubborn impulse.
