K.B. Wagers is the author of the NeoG Adventures from Harper Voyager & the Hail Bristol saga from Orbit. They are genderqueer and write stories about queer joy & villainy.
I apparently look like a trustworthy human. Yesterday I stopped at Target to grab a few things after the gym. As I walked up to the doors, lavender hair disheveled, Avalanche hoodie needing a wash, probably not smelling great, a person stopped me. "I'm so sorry but
I fell in love with Hamilton the first time I heard it. I have sung the entire thing over and over. Some of the songs have gotten me through the worst moments of my life to date. I made it about thirty seconds into the opening song before I started
Prepping for a public event always means prepping for potential shitty interactions. I am not, by nature, a confrontational person, but I did decide a long time ago that I wouldn't ever let someone push me into a locker again. I think a lot about this tweet, it&
I grew up with Westerns. (And classics and science fiction and British comedies and romances and action films - look when you have a mother who's an English teacher who encourages both your reading and watching choices, your childhood memories are pretty broad.) Then I grew up and away
I forget sometimes about my tattoos. I have close to forty, it happens. 😀 Not all of them though. The ones on my hands and arms are things I see daily (and were put there for that reason). Others I forget about until I catch a glimpse or someone asks about
I am afraid of heights. Always have been and likely always will be. This has weirdly translated into me being unable to do box jumps. Now, there's a physical component to this also as I am not a basketball player. My vertical is pretty pitiful, but when it
I have eighty things on my mind, four of them are about the US men's hockey team and their shitty behavior during their gold medal "celebration." But first, please join me in screaming about this: Riz Ahmed in "An electrifying reimagining of Shakespeare's
My Top Three Earth invasion movies: 1. Pacific Rim 2. Battle: Los Angeles 3. Independence Day My first completed novel was the first book in a planned trilogy about the invasion of Earth by vicious aliens with telekinetic powers. It was a massive, thousand-character monstrosity that spanned the globe.
The title doesn't quite fit the newsletter this week, but I like the way it feels so we're going to roll with it. I am back from my week long adventure across the wilds of Canada and my brain is filled with so much that it
I wrote a quick thread over on Bluesky the other day while out walking because I had words in my head that I needed to get down. Making art is about joy. Creation is the point, the ACT of creation, not the outcome. This is one of the reasons AI
...looking for a hand to hold. This may be a weird rambling newsletter so buckle in folks and listen to what it's like to be queer. (singular perspective only, not a monolithic opinion on queerness) Humans, man. We're desperate to make sense of the world. Put
My brain is full of things lately, so you might see an uptick in newsletters as a result. I promise I'll try not to drown you all and I do appreciate every open and read and message about these from you. 💚 I got a refurbished Polaroid from Blue