A short story about moving out, becoming yourself and some queer moments in between. Inspired by (somewhat) true events. Moving out is a...

For those of you who are new to this, let me declare once and for all - I love Ginoza Nobuchika. He is my special interest. He is my...

Now listen closely children, this is important. Romance and sex are NOT the sole provenances of intimacy. You do not need to be someone’s...

Ginoza Nobuchika was a stuck-up son of a bitch. There was no denying that. a. He was rude. Abrasive, almost. b. He was a snob. Without...

First, I just want to clarify - I have never seen a maple tree. I think I've tasted genuine maple syrup, like once. But I sincerely hope...

Because, well, love shouldn’t be treated as if it’s a privilege, meant only for those who fit the heteronormative, sexual mold.

Yes, of course I was cleaning up, what did you expect? This place is an absolute pigsty! Wait, do you not know how to clean?

Each polyamorous relationship is different. So, there are no rules. But that does not have to be a bad thing.

By the time the typhoon season passed its peak, Nichi and Ginoza had started spending time together on purpose.