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Summer Update

Good afternoon, y’all. I hope everyone is doing well. I know this heat is cooking our ass! I’m miserable with this broken AC situation. There’s no relief! Indoor or out, it doesn’t matter to me. Unless I’m at my full-time gig. Tomorrow is the day our air is going to be fixed, so fingers and toes crossed.
Everything is going well, but this is my summer update!

With another novella due in a little over two weeks, I will be taking a short break on Patchwork and Neon Red. Think of it as my summer break.
Juggling too many things at once is no good for anyone. And as it stands now, I want to get ahead of burnout. I keep that motha fucka at bay by knowing my limits as an author.
I know when I am approaching them, and when it is time to chill for a minute.
If I don’t, my stories will suffer greatly. And I don’t want that to happen with Patchwork. Neon Red is a completed series, but I do edit it each week, along with Patchwork. So, what does this mean? It means I’m taking a break starting tomorrow. I will drop one more chapter for Neon Red, then I’ll be gone until August 9th.
On that lovely day, you can expect both Patchwork and Neon Red to return!
I can’t wait to bring y’all new chapters and a fresh brain! With Neon Red and Patchwork, we are at the midpoint.
Remember, this is serialized fiction. It can run long or short depending on the series. Patchwork is brand ne;, Neon Red is not. I have a lot planned for Patchwork, so there’s no end date quite yet. Some will love this, others won’t. And that’s okay!
As always, I wanna say thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading these stories. It means the world to me that you are an amazing human for staying this long. Thaaankkkkk you so much! You are valued here.
With that said, I wanna wish y’all a happy few weeks, and I’ll talk to you soon. Byyyyye, bookies!✨🫶🏾✨

To Be Grown and Queer

In my youth, I was so worried about what my bible carrying father would do to me if he found out I was bi. I played the straight role for more than half my life. Though, my choice in attire had folks assuming I was a lesbian.
Because you know, keeping shit androgynous instantly makes someone queer.
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When I was ten years old, I watched as a family member was shunned and condemned by relatives after coming out. Their cruelty made a lasting impression. My own father stopped talking to this person and had nothing but terrible things to say about them.
Can you imagine how scared I was? His reaction caused me to withdraw and cower. I pushed my queerness down and forced myself into a box I never fit in.
It was rough for many years. I am proud to say I have gotten over and grown out of that hellish religious trauma.
Three immediate family members still don’t know I’m bisexual. Yes, one being my father. The other two, I just don’t care enough to tell them. I know how they’d take it and I don’t need that, type of negativity in my life.
Fuck that, I don’t want a lecture, I don’t need to be read scriptures that gave me nightmares as a child. I don’t need their opinions or upturned noses.
We’re not obligated to disclose our sexuality. You don’t have to tell a soul. I live in my truth daily. I don’t need their validation or support, because I have learned to love and accept myself.
Those of y’all who know, KNOW. Growing up in a Baptist environment will have you hating yourself and projecting. This is a struggle! I don’t withhold this information due to shame, no.
I JUST DON’T CARE ANYMORE.
I’ve reached a certain age where I truly don’t give damn. I look at my reflection and smile. I love her. I love this woman. I love who she is and what she has done and will do.
I’ll be damned to let anybody badmouth me for extending myself grace and love. You cannot let them steal your joy!