MSG introduction recording "It is a hell of a thing."

I was going to post the chapter but I think honestly the spoken word (the original) has more power to it.      It is pretty self contained as a thing unto itself here however.   From the opening to my book the Maenad Survival Guide (not a reading, per se, this is one of six recordings that form the basis for the work.)

Content Warning: Language Madness, Transphobia, Suicide,

Trigger Warning: Abandonment, abuse, PTSD, suicidal ideation, trauma


 Transcript   Google sucks and won't let me embed audio so click here.  (Soundcloud link)  



Survive and persist. 

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  Gwendolyn Harper (She/They) sometimes writing as the Maenad is the author of The Ishtar Cycle (2021), and Flying the Jolly Scarlet Gambling with the Gods (2023) Their anthology work has appeared in Unstable!, True Grit, Bone Milk Vol 2 and Vulcanalia 21. Work has appeared at ZiN Daily, Writers Resist, 365 Tomorrows, the World History Encyclopedia, Beyond the Underground, and Cream Scene Carnival. She has also been published in the Fahmidan Journal, Corporeal, Troublemaker Firestarter, and Engendered. Best of the Net Nominee 2023. Columnist at Cream Scene Carnival. They have read for the Farside Review. Founder/publisher Dreaming Gynoid Studio, author of the Galaxy Black RPG Editor & Publisher of the Sub-ether zine since 2020 A queer, disabled, angry punk Goddess, Gwendolyn writes about trauma, sex, politics, pop culture, science fiction, history, space, and sex work. They have lived experience of homelessness, intimate partner violence, drug abuse and addiction as we...
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