little match girl

she was hardly eighteen, this little girl with no guidance who wistfully wandered into an alley all alone looking for love but lured by men of greedy lust, their lecherousness …

salt in the wound

my world blurs but never goes noir didn’t blossom black until someone deemed darkness necessary twisted boy looking for limp limbs for a girl to turn insensate to push into …

queer comfort

This blog was about going to France, until it wasn’t. I changed its name to legallyswan, and then this blog was about going to law school, until it wasn’t. Next, …