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Posts by Alexa Nichols

Breaking records…

Dear Diary, So I’m stubborn. Many of you already know that, but let me illustrate why I’m writing that now. I woke up yesterday morning feeling like someone stepped on me, wiped their feet on my body, and then kicked me across the room for good measure. I also woke up late as hell, because…

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Let’s talk about sex…

Dear Diary, I get hostile when I’m horny. Fact. Especially when I have a living, breathing vessel for my sexual release but she always seems to be motherfucking busy lately bitch you know I’m talking to you get your ass over here and give me release before I kill you and anyone that looks like…

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I didn’t wanna get up. And recreational cock-blocking. 🐓

Dear Diary, I’ve been a flurry of writing lately, most of it concerning my latest Nephilim book, Prisoner. This week alone I’ve written (and edited) over 50,000 words, worked on numerous pen name projects, and finished episodes of Voyeur and Erotic Urban Legends. Because of that, I’ve been mentally drained at the end of each…

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Doing it like a woman possessed…

Dear Diary, I love my big brother. I don’t talk about him a lot in my Diary entries (mainly because he asked me not to 😅), but he is hands down the most cherished person on the planet to me. We’ve been through so much, things that only a handful of people (and, well, my…

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Beefing with Patreon…

Dear Diary, I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted, and I’m sorry about that, but honestly, Nephilim has been downright dominating my life. And when I say completely, I mean completely. I’ve been writing it like a woman possessed, which I suppose I am, though I’ve also been working on other projects as…

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I took an HIV test…

Dear Diary, Taking an HIV test is something I had been putting off for my entire adult life, honestly because I was terrified of the result. And I don’t use the word terrified lightly. I was thinking that not knowing was somehow better than knowing, that maybe if I didn’t know the result it couldn’t…

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Anne’s stolen identity

Dear Diary, I was yanked abruptly out of my writing cave by a crying and panicking Anne. Someone had charged 11 different things to her bank debit card totaling over $800, all from Amazon. And it was the day before her rent was due. Understandably she was freaked and was utterly baffled as to how…

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Preparing to go to prison…

Dear Diary, I’ve been a completely irresponsible author as of late: going to clubs, crashing at various friends’ houses, letting exes (OK, ex – Rebecca) into my bed again, partying like I did when I was half my age, getting 40-slapped by Anne (😳), and drinking far more than I should be. And that was…

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