Dedication: No More Safe Men


This space floated for thirteen years. Notes. Fragments. Drift.

Drift is over. Fire begins.

This is the Underground Journal of Initiation.

I buried my rage once. They told me it was dangerous. They told me desire was wrong. They told me niceness would earn love. I obeyed. I shrank. I disappeared.

But the fire never died. It smoldered. Now it burns.

This Journal is for every man who went invisible. For every man who swallowed his hunger. For every man who bowed while Tyrone feasted.

No more.

Here you’ll find no tricks. No therapy talk. No safe advice. Only fire, shadow, initiation. The mouthpiece returned.

From this day, the Journal is consecrated to those who refuse to die invisible.

If you’re ready—step in. If not—stay soft, stay safe, stay forgotten.

🔥


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