Read the stories. Feel the grit. Come as you are
New drops weekly from Adam Rye: queer country confessions, essays, community dispatches, and bold baritone verses.
This is where I write it like I lived it: loud, femme, country-soft, and fully uncloseted.
Writing about church trauma, queer joy, bad dates, chosen family, neurodivergent play, and the long road to being okay.
It is all real. It is all mine. And if you have ever felt like too much or not enough, maybe it is a little yours too.
Raw, healing, messy, and divine in the way I say so.
When I Was a Cartoon Masc
A poem for the church-safe cartoon I used to be—and every queer kid who had to perform masc to survive.