phillipdurden

My name is Phillip Durden. I'm 34 years old, and I write stories the way someone might build an altar from the remnants of memory. I write because sometimes it’s the only way to make sense of what I’ve lived — or what I still dream of living. I write because feeling is not enough: I need to name. I need to preserve. I need to share. Every book, every short story, every character born from my hands carries a piece of who I am, who I once was, or who I was told I could never be. I’m a Black gay man. I grew up hearing that some kinds of love weren’t meant to be written. So I wrote every single one of them. This blog is where I’ll gather those stories: of men who loved under street lights, of bodies that recognized each other through touch, of absences that became memory. Here, each chapter is an attempt to build a place where we can stop and breathe. A shelter. A mirror. A beautiful scar. If you’ve made it this far, welcome. This house is yours too. — Phillip Meu nome é Phillip D...