I love and write the weirdest of the weird. The uncomfortable. The unorthodox. The depraved and wicked. 

But most importantly, I am a queer person who writes books for queer people. A space for them to be celebrated and to strive. To be accepted and thrive. To live and love and experience, even when my characters are truly, truly going through it lol. But sometimes, that’s what we fucking need and those are the stories I bring to the table. The kinds that have healed me and have brought me a therapeutic kind of acceptance that we all deserve.

With music being the second biggest part of who I am and what I write, each book of mine is curated with its own playlist, which tells a story, in and of itself. 

But if you’re looking for some idea of who I am outside the realms of writing, then I suppose I should say I’m a pretty quiet person and tend to prefer being by my lonesome. 

I love static-charged thunderstorms and dancing in the rain. Walking around cemeteries and being surrounded by trees and the crows that live in them. I find peace in the stillness of the air on a sunny 60º day and comfort in a thick wall of clouds that promise shadows and looming, chaotic darkness.