HeyJaredSadee Bee
Sadee Bee (they/them) is a queer artist and writer inspired by magic, strange dreams, and creepy vibes. Sadee’s work draws heavily from their experiences with mental illness and trauma.
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I Am the Universe Born Anew (opens the original)
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Burst forth from the dust of stars, the matter of the universe; a specter of that loud cacophonous bang, born from the ethereal into the corporeal. Dispersed into atoms that bonded into molecules, the beginning of a brain and the basis for this body. DNA passed down from my mother, and my father wholly belongs to the stars and distant galaxies above. Those woven strands hold memories of the birth and death of stars thousands of miles from here. I do not remember the beginning of time, nor my con
Under the Bed is a Terrible Hiding Spot (opens the original)
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Elementary school was a time for experiences. Most forgotten as I’ve grown older, though there are ones imprinted in my memory. I remember where we lived, [none of your business] apartments. Affordable community housing in an old, renovated school, or was it a firehouse? I never could tell. Hell of a place for a first kiss though.I had heard of kissing, seen it on TV, but it had never really interested me. It seemed wet and gross, and I was very disinterested in other people’s mouths. Actually,
On My Aromanticism (opens the original)
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Love gave up on me first. When it beat my ass a dozen times, dragged me by my hair, and took away my only feelings of safety. Therefore, I’ve decided or been forced to give up on it too.Like Mercutio said, “If love be rough with you, be rough with love; prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.”From birth, love has been nothing but rough with me. Complicated, unrelenting, and ultimately unnerving. Sure, I understood the concept—movies, books, and TV taught me a lot about things I didn’t e
"F*ck being good, Imma bad b*tch" (opens the original)
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Actually, I’m not. But I can confidently say that I am bad at being a bitch, though. Some might disagree, but my long-standing history with poor boundaries and people-pleasing definitely says otherwise (you can ask my therapist). Hell, I don’t remember the last time I yelled at someone, let alone a man playing in my face.I see so many women and femme folks with innate confidence and wonder if mine got lost in the mail or something. I’m not talking about confidence in the way I look; I know for
Vodka Cran & a Jam Band (opens the original)
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Ya know, I really don’t like jam bands. Nothing personal to those who do, but they bring about such a visceral negative reaction in me. See, we got a history. Really, it is one incident forever burned into my brain that turned into a longer string of bad decisions. It really wasn’t the jam band’s fault, but negative connotations go hard.Do y’all remember Plenty of Fish? The cesspool of a dating app that existed long before Tinder and somehow is still kicking. If you never had the distinct pleasu
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