Vance Anthony | Author
@vanceanthony.bsky.social
Author of 🏳️🌈 shit | Triple Cancer 🦀 | Occasional talker of smack | Usually trapped under a cat 🐈⬛
I peddle my smut, dabble in tomfoolery, and sometimes post about music and politics.
Buy my books: vanceanthony.com
I peddle my smut, dabble in tomfoolery, and sometimes post about music and politics.
Buy my books: vanceanthony.com
Poetic and immersive. The words somehow put me at ease while forcing me to reexamine the way I look at everything. Very nice.
November 22, 2025 at 5:36 PM
Poetic and immersive. The words somehow put me at ease while forcing me to reexamine the way I look at everything. Very nice.
My well-worn cassette tape is hard evidence of this.
November 9, 2025 at 2:53 PM
My well-worn cassette tape is hard evidence of this.
I’m so sorry. Each time I’ve lost a fur baby, the waves of grief were less intense each day. They still came, and some hit harder than others, but they got smaller and smaller and left me with only the good memories over time. I wish the same for you. 🖤
October 25, 2025 at 4:11 PM
I’m so sorry. Each time I’ve lost a fur baby, the waves of grief were less intense each day. They still came, and some hit harder than others, but they got smaller and smaller and left me with only the good memories over time. I wish the same for you. 🖤
My coffee shop switched oat milk brands without warning this week and I too feel the depth of betrayal. Why me, God? Why me?
October 24, 2025 at 9:31 PM
My coffee shop switched oat milk brands without warning this week and I too feel the depth of betrayal. Why me, God? Why me?