So my new piece on Filthy Gorgeous Things is live and open for your reading pleasure. The piece, which I've called "Hush," talks loudly, purplish and long about secrets.
Here's the first paragraph:
Secrets in and of themselves are sexy. Knowledge, especially knowledge that is personal and private, is sexy. Power is sexy. And secrets, those delightful, frisson-bearing scraps and orts of information, hold power. A secret told enough times becomes a story, and while stories hold pleasure and while stories carry power, a story lacks the whispering, murmuring, susurrating sexiness that a secret does. “Secret”: all sibilance and cutting consonants, even the word is sexy.
Want to read the rest? Of course you do. Go here.
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