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      <image:caption>My personal writing lives in the wild, tender, and occasionally NSFW corners of being human. I write candidly about sex, shame, healing, desire, relationships, identity, and the complicated process of becoming. Some pieces are deeply personal, some are playful, and some venture into uncomfortable territory—but all of them come from curiosity and a desire to understand ourselves a little better. A light content warning: this writing sometimes includes explicit discussions of sex, kink, mental health, relationships, and other adult themes. Read my Substack →</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Sometimes they choose to write about me… “He towers like the redwoods he’s nestled among—unwavering, deeply rooted, and undeniably thick. That first gasp invites the breathless pace he sets. He has a way of taking up the entirety of every space he enters. The overwhelm he brings is welcomed, desired, needed—the kind of surrender possible only with intention, given only to the most worthy, the most trusted. Not everyone who enters his shade is invited that close. Close enough to be filled, taken, made breathless. Close enough to discover the dapples of sunlight that give depth to his shadow. But if you’ve earned your good girls and surrendered to his weight, you’re among the chosen few who know what it means to call him Daddy.” ~Tribute Sketch</image:caption>
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