Published: October 2nd 2025, 4:56:02 am
📖 Reading “Orlando” has me spinning…
How can one pers*n live for centuries, change genders, and still chase the same thrill - desire?
Virginia Woolf wrote a fantasy, but it feels real to me. Maybe because I, too, love slipping between roles… moods… skins. Some days I’m fire. Some days I’m silk. And some nights… I’m everything at once.
“Love had meant to her nothing but sawdust and cinders.” — V. Woolf
But I promise — with me, it never tastes like ashes. 💠Tell me… what role would you like to see me in next?