I like queer stories that burn slow, spiral fast, and leave a mark.
Because things get messy when you're feeling everything - but can't name it, yet.

You'll find desire, but no fixed labels.
Secrets tucked in glove compartments. Identities unfolding.
Love that feels like a risk.
Soft danger. Tender chaos. Trust earned on the run.

Now writing: Things I Shouldn't Want - a queer runaway romance about what happens when survival meets attraction in a police state, and no one plays fair.

I've traveled some road.
Brooklyn scars. Paris moonlight.
Cracked motel mirrors. Midnight diners. Dusty desert roads before sun-up.
Mountain blizzards. Runaway truck lanes.
Secondhand books. Ghost towns. Concrete jungles.

Writing from Paris.
I've bled ink on roads that don't show up on maps.

 I write every day, so I post often 
🖤 Ellis