A story from the life of muscle-model and low-budget-action-movie star Sabrina Di’Anno. When an arson attack on set threatens a police investigation that could shut down her latest film, she decides to capture the criminal herself.Read More Sabrina Di’Anno: Set Aflame
Having worked hard to become strong and win several judo championships, Sabrina fears getting a reputation for being ‘butch’, especially as she is attracted to a small, ‘effeminate’ boy, who is bullied at their school. She struggles to overcome the stigma of asking out a male who is smaller than her, then experiences consequences that force her to embrace her identity.Read More Sabrina Di’Anno: BETA MALE
I read a quote today, I don’t know who said it first, I don’t care. Language existed before writing, no one knew who said anything first. It said: “When everything feels like an uphill struggle, just think about the view from the top.” So I think of all the people I idolise, all the artists […]Read More Platitudes
My laptop has been returned to me and I am done with rambling about my mental health problems/neurological difficulties; it’s time for some swashbuckling contemporary fantasy. for those who have forgotten or are unaware: Sabrina Di’Anno is the Conan of the 21st century; homeless squatter, activist for food and shelter; muscle-bound hero of whispered, taboo […]Read More Be Ready for the Return of Sabrina Di’Anno
Wish I knew what was wrong with my brainThey call me autistic but I think I’m insane That’s in vogue now they say it’s okay But I’m a sad sad cunt, fuck off, go away I’ve got Tourettes now too cos I feel like it I can be what I want I’m a woman and […]Read More Barefoot
Let black rain fall, Corrupted clouds to soak you as Burning acid seeps through Eyes closed tight To what you deserve, Your eyes burned out by the Black, black blinding rain that Burns your skin as it leaks through Clothes so tight. You’ll get fucked alright, Mother will fist-fuck your mouth With plastic filled nuclear […]Read More Black Rain
There’s no such thing as a bad reference anymore and the ‘Me Too Movement’ has made it so I can spit in my boss’s eye, before I walk calmly out of his office; try putting me on a fucking support plan, cunt.Read More Me Too, boss.
I don’t know why I’ve stayed here. It’s all over for me. That’s why I did it. What am I scared of now? I let it out, why don’t I feel free? I rubbed myself all over with Bio-Oil; my partner used to use it on her stretch marks, on her tits, after puberty made […]Read More Waiting