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Zoe Maya Writes

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  • September 6, 2026

    The Sadist in Room 431

    As I sat there, sobbing at the feet of my first love, it didn’t occur to me that he was not just my boyfriend, but my dearest, darling sadist. And perhaps masochism is what he wanted from me after all.

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    Blog, healing, life, love, womanhood, writing
  • May 4, 2026

    The Pitfalls of Being an Optimist

    To be an optimist is not to refuse the negative, but to have hope that there is a reason for it.

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    Blog, healing, life, love, mental-health, writing
  • May 2, 2026

    The Sea

    In my ears, from the sea, I heard siren screams, the drowned out cries emanating from the unexplored ocean of women, the vast and bottomless body of women, the ripple of women throughout generations; and I too sang that tragic song. I was one of many in the choir. 

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    feminism, life, non-fiction, womanhood, writing

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