I’m a writer.
I’m a freak incarnate.
But who am I?
Where’s my face?
Well, its here. I have one, obviously.
But, as a writer, as the creator of the Little Black Book trilogy, I’m faceless.
I don’t exist. I’m just here.
I keep my identity hidden because… why the fuck not?
What’s wrong with a little mystery when it comes to sex for the mind?
And let me say a big thanks to my man 100 grand @K_Say_So for the face… thanks for letting me play… win-win ting with my PRETTY BOY SWAG. (He hates that song.)