A little thing about why I think being compassionate is sometimes dangerous for your mental well being: For many years, I was very unhappy and did not understand why. I thought I was a broken individual.

You look good with drool on your chin and vomit on your spandex. Sweat is in this year, and that color always matches your skin tone. What can I say - there's something about the struggle that's sexy.

On the same day that a wild-child crushes fireflies in between her teeth, an emergent AI gains consciousness. The AI learns all human languages every recorded on the Internet simultaneously, while the

Someone put up a picture on Instagram of a quote from one of my stories in Ecstatic Inferno. And my primal brain knew that it was my writing, but in a way I couldn't accept it, because the words that I

I became an atheist around the age of 14, and ever since I have always been a fervent seeker of the truth. Not because I am noble or brave, but because living in a lie is persistently uncomfortable. It’s

Recognize the fact that other people are not going to fix your depression. Recognize that no amount of love and kindness from another person is going to give you the permission you need to be kind to yourself.

When I first met Robert about 7 years ago, he was the QA manager at Edge of Reality. I was 21 years old and had gotten an interview and almost missed it because the bus schedule had been wrong and I'd

Transformation isn’t easy, but sometimes it’s the only thing that makes sense. Alchemy is going on around us 24/7, and the act of life itself is a chemical transformation. All life comes from the culmination

I am working on a novel called “The Edgar Allan Poe Simulator” that is about Edgar Allan Poe, video games, simulations, magic, love and grief. I have not finished a novel since the last time I wrote a

For years I trained alone in a small desert oasis, isolated from the rest of the world. I lived in a small thatch hut with a dirt floor, next to placid water. I’d brought nothing with me except a few pairs

All I ever wanted was to be loved, and understood. Do you see how easily I can lie to myself? I put the words to the page, and they become their own truth, despite their lack of veracity. There are serial

“I would like to discontinue our professional relationship,” I said to the giant psychic therapist spider. You may remember the giant psychic therapist spider from Fuck What You Heard Vol. I. We had mostly

Let’s start from the beginning, by which I mean the middle, because I will skip the inception of the universe, evolution, and my birth. Irrelevant statistics: I have bleach blonde hair, and chipped nails,

I drank from the Pool of Eyes, and after that the world hidden from me could not be unseen. The Pool of Eyes rests deep within the Forest of Shadows, and the only people who go there to drink are the mad

"[Autumn Christian] was probably on something when she wrote this nasty book," writes a reviewer, and I read it to myself in a hissing tone, like a half woman, half snake sitting in an armchair

"One day I'm going to kill myself," I used to say with a smile. I was a writer, after all, born of grit and teeth and bad memories. I figured that was the legacy I'd leave behind, so I accepted

Insert a thousand obscenities here. I was writing this piece about what a huge slut I am, but then I realized I was bored. BORED. The world didn't need to know about the Filipino man (Not you, the other

I'm a pink-head again, after taking a 6 year break. The first time I colored my hair pink, I wasn't ready to suddenly become an illuminated object. Suddenly all eyes were on me when I was out in public,

I want to suck out your ghost and kiss you with your ether still on my lips. I want to bury you with golden seeds on your eyes, so that you re-emerge in a new world where everything once shrouded now beams

I'll confess, before I played Conan Exiles I had never watched Conan or read anything by Robert E. Howard. But afterwards, I was compelled to learn more about Howard's harsh, Lovecraftian world. I watched