ABOUT

j ambrose | 19 | he/it/pup | Horror, erotica, poetry

Sicko extraordinaire. Gore glutton. Transsexual menace. More dog than man and irrevocably unsocialized.

I spend my days indulging in art — making, writing, reading, watching, living it — and my nights terrorizing local good Appalachian townsfolk. Meat is my muse; the flesh inspires me, obviously. Transsexuality has made it my mother tongue (as Father Cronenberg put it: "an artist giving their all to their art"). I simply can't help it. I'd rather die than stop writing, and unfortunately for everyone around me, I'm not dead yet.

In essence, expect the weird, vulnerable, perverted. My goal as a creative is to do what I once believed to be off-limits.

You can find my self-made filth in my HEART and the filth that inspires me in my STOMACH.

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