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.
Glitter on the Altar: Confessions of a Cartoon Masc
An unvarnished cut-and-paste zine detailing years as an evangelical church golden boy, performing holiness, faking tongues, and finding true resurrection on the other side.
My Body, As It Is — A Video Collage of Real Life
A fast-cut, queer music video collage filmed across Saint Pete. This isn’t a traditional music video—it’s a vertical heartbeat. A body in motion, raw and radiant.
To the Healers Who Never Healed Me
For the altar calls. The prayer circles. The hands pressed heavy on my back like they were trying to pin me to the faith.
This poem is for every queer kid told to close their eyes and wait for God to fix them. You're not broken. You never needed their altar.
the chats, the chats, the chats
Ever been left on read after opening your heart in the DMs? This isn’t a love story — it’s a callout, a boundary, and a whole damn poem for the ghosted gays, the slow fade, and the ones who never showed up.
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.