Taboo isn’t shock to me, it’s truth. It’s the whisper I swallowed to be polite, the ache I tucked under a tidy smile, the rule my body kept trying to rewrite when the room went quiet. When I write into the dark I’m not chasing outrage, I’m choosing honesty. Fiction lets me open the door I was told to leave closed and step through without wrecking my life to learn what’s on the other side. In that private space I can feel a thing, name a thing, and still be held. 🖤 I have alw