Red Lips

“It’s hurts,” I beg. But he doesn’t listen. And I know he won’t. I simply go through the motions to seem less of a pathetic, moaning whore. Why? Because I am a pathetic, moaning whore. Warning: Contains BDSM and mental and physical abuse. More

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Language: English
ISBN: 9781476147512
About Jay Broderick

Hello. You can call me Ahlice or Jay (I prefer Ahlice though, haha!). I’ve battled a lot of things in my short life that’s brought me to the edge of suicide and ruined my relationships with many of people. I’ve made myself irritable, mentally unstable, and physically unwell for a few years of my life. As I’m coming out of this, my voice has become stronger than ever. I want to write more than I ever had, and I want to learn more about people as individuals.

People are important and vastly unimportant to me at the same time. While I appreciate those and their accomplishments to better themselves and overcome their demons, I also hate humanity. And I mean it; we’ve destroyed civilizations, used animals as our play-things, and are ruining the beautiful Earth that’s allowed us to live and strive.

I’d like to absorb myself more in the history of things (mainly Caribbean and African history), and I’d like to learn a lot more about us as people. Ignorance is our greatest enemy as people, and I want nothing more than to fight it.

I’m irrational. I’ve always been irrational. I can be rational and intellectual, but I can also be deceiving, idiotic, and cruel. I know these faults in myself, and I’m working on myself. Although it’s been hard, I’m trying to find me.

I write mainly gay fiction. I find homosexual love the purest love there is; a child doesn’t hold them together, society attack them for being who they are, and they have a chance of inconsiderate family members disowning them, yet they still hold their heads high and hold hands bravely. That is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed. My best friend of nearly 9 years is lesbian, and, when she had her most recent girlfriend, was the only lesbian couple in my entire school to hold hands as they walked down the hallways. They literally ignored all of the harsh comments that came their way and worried only about their own relationship. If that isn’t magnificent, then what is?

I like to spread awareness with my stories. I’m currently writing a book (that I wish to publish), about eating disorders in men, which you don’t see very often. I feel like writing stories about these plots help show everybody that things like this do exist. There is no bliss in ignorance. I also write about incest, pedophilia, abuse, BDSM, and much more.

I hope you get to know me more.

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