Arrangements can be casual. People aren't. Spanning decades of unspoken intimacy, childhood history, and sudden, devastating loss, this true story unpacks what it really means when two people belong to each other—without ever needing a contract to prove it.

A single moment. Twelve disciples. A thousand ways to view the divine. Before doctrines, scriptures, and holy wars divided the world, a teacher broke bread and gave his followers a single instruction: Tell them what you remember. As each man carried his own fragment of truth to the corners of the Earth, the world’s great traditions were born—each brilliant, each incomplete. But far outside space, time, and human theology sits the creator: a child with a floor full of living toys. The Child Who Made Us bridges theological essay and speculative fiction to propose a radical, beautiful answer to why we suffer, why we love, and who is actually watching.

An excerpt from the Book of Jobberwocky, a modern day "Bible" written for modern times, reflecting modern attitudes.

A short dystopian tale about the slow disappearance of beauty, the dangers of indifference, and what happens when we stop truly seeing the world around us.

Just because you stopped acting like an obvious scammer doesn't mean you've learned how to build a D/s dynamic. Tribute may be part of some relationships, but it can never replace trust, communication, curiosity, and actually getting to know one another. A submissive asking questions isn't challenging your dominance, they're deciding whether you're worthy of their submission.

If they want to act like your fire doesn't exist, use their doubt as high-grade fuel. Stop begging the gallery for permission to paint. Stop standing on your tiptoes asking people who live in the basement if they like the view from the roof. They can't see the blueprint in your head, and quite frankly, your velocity terrifies them.

If you’re going to dedicate your life to being a digital thief, at least take some pride in your craft!

The distinction of harmful effects almost always boils down to personal intent. The real danger lies not in the plant itself, but in a lack of intention—when consumed mindfully as a targeted, natural band-aid, the outcome is drastically different from using it as a tool for mindless escape.

The current trend of "viral" recipe naming, littered with absurd hyperboles like "Better Than Sex" and unappealing adjectives like "Dirty", is doing the exact opposite of what food should do...

Our king is trying to build a castle, but he's not using bricks or mortar. He's using our rights and freedoms, stacking them up to build his own little tower of power. And he's standing on the backs of the people who can't speak out, the ones who are just trying to get by.