In the late 90s and early 2000s, when the internet was strange and anonymous, my writing flourished in online diaries. Real ones remember. My writing practice craves a public facing secret diary, with a smaller audience and a little more privacy. With an audience who really wants to be here and is unafraid of being spammed by the exploratory creative practice of Clementine Morrigan.
This is the b-sides, or the close friends story. It’s not for everyone. Feel no obligation to subscribe. The price is double than a subscription to my main substack and the writing there is better. This is the weird stuff, the stuff I’m trying and exploring. And full disclosure it will be literally whatever I want it to be, with no schedule, no structure, no expectations. Just a space for semi-public writing, like back in the day.
For those who don’t already know my work, I am an underground writer who writes political, philosophical essays, as well as literary nonfiction and poetry. I write and teach about relationships and integrity at many scales. I am a student and teacher of the human condition. I’m bisexual, polyamorous, a leftist strategizing for the end of capitalism, a vegan, a survivor of many forms of violence including incest and child sexual abuse, a zinester, a podcaster, and a hopeless romantic.
Let’s go.
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