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I am Ashley Strayer; a psychological fiction author; a ghost writer; a manufacturer of faulty moral compasses; a social privateer. I walk the line between fitting in and stepping out of society’s boundaries, a relatively well-dressed vagabond who’s mostly harmless—some might even say kind. But mostly, I prefer to be left alone, except when I don’t.

I don’t tiptoe around comfort zones—I dive straight into the places we pretend don’t exist. I explore the chaotic freedom that comes with rejecting labels and the secret desires we often hide from the world. I don’t offer clean resolutions. I expose what lies beneath the surface of our identities—how we navigate isolation, rebellion, and self-sabotage.

I use psychological drama and modern existentialism to explore the intense emotional landscapes of the mind. I dive deep into existential themes, where internal struggles like self-control versus self-sabotage, shifting power dynamics, and the way we define ourselves in a collapsing world take center stage. If you resonate with the works of Dostoevsky, Camus, or Palahniuk, you’ll find familiar territory here, but with a modern, provocative twist that refuses to settle for easy answers.

Self-control, to me, is a paradox. I crave it, but when I get too close, I realize it’s not what I expected. I explore that chaos—the kind of self-control that doesn’t bring peace of mind, but instead forces me to confront my deepest flaws and darkest desires. I push boundaries, not to shock, but to expose what lies beneath the masks we wear.

Isolation defines me, and not just in a superficial way. I’m a sort of self-diagnosed introvert with borderline sporadic agoraphobia, if such a thing exists. Sometimes, the world feels like too much, and I’d rather stay alone. But there’s a constant push-pull—I am a functional hypersexual; always hungry for connection, but thriving in solitude. I want to be left alone, but not always.

Power fascinates me. It shifts in relationships, intertwines with desire, and can either consume or liberate. I don’t hate people—in fact, I enjoy fucking them. But when I’m not, I prefer to be alone. Maybe I’m a borderline misanthrope, but it’s not that simple.

But enough is enough is enough about me. Who are you? Or rather, who the hell do you think you are?

Maybe you believe in the art of the affair or the practice of polyamory; maybe privacy and discretion matter more to you than most things—not just in your life, but in how you connect with others; maybe the day-to-day routine has become unbearable, and you’re tired of being boxed in by normality; maybe feeling sexually misunderstood has been your story for too long, and the world doesn’t quite grasp what you truly crave.

You’re not interested in the ordinary. You want something that digs deeper, something that forces a confrontation with your true self. It’s not about being indifferent to things like sports, politics, marriage, or kids—it’s about rejecting the notion that those things should define who you are. There’s a place between desire and fear, where the pull of wanting to be understood clashes with the need to be left alone. If you’re like me, you’ll feel right at home here.

I reject societal labels, and I don’t offer easy answers—just raw, unfiltered exploration. I refuse to pick sides in a world that demands binary choices. Instead, I explore the tension between who we are, who we want to be, and who society expects us to be.

If you’re ready to confront that tension, I invite you to join me. Together, we’ll dive into the human experience—into the places most people are too afraid to touch—and we’ll see what we find.

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