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Ruin Jane

@laurenjane.bsky.social
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Kind not nice | they / them | 21+ . moderately tolerable but incredibly worthwhile . Queer Pornographic Artist & Author www.laurenjanek.com

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lukelukeluke @lukelukeluke.bsky.social · 13h
I do my best proofreading right after its to late
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Ruin Jane @laurenjane.bsky.social · 8h
Colour itself is a degree of darkness... - Gödel
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chiral @vacantchurch.bsky.social · 9h
[more ]Stills from the Blue Film @laurenjane.bsky.social
A still from a video titled "the blue film".  Lit blue with orange light, a long haired feminine from dressed in black leans over. A still from a video titled "the blue film".  Hands reaching up a feminine body, lit blue and orange. A still from a video titled "the blue film".  Lit blue with orange light, a long haired feminine from dressed in black leans over licking their fingers. A still from a video titled "the blue film".  Hands reaching up a feminine body, lit blue and orange.
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chiral @vacantchurch.bsky.social · 23h
The blue film with @laurenjane.bsky.social many years ago. One of our first films.
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bri dig 🕸️ @briannadigioia.com · 24/09/2025
& U in Ur Autumn Sweater
Infamous Prince photo in an autumn sweater amongst fall leaves and his sick ride
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Ruin Jane @laurenjane.bsky.social · 01/10/2026
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Kurt Russell in John Carpenter's The Thing
Alt: It's Kurt Russell
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Ruin Jane @laurenjane.bsky.social · 30/09/2026
Adding 'The Thing' to my Unofficial Official Vietnam War Movie collection. Do not correct me. Thanks. Ps: love watching movies with you, @jprobichaud.bsky.social
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Thomas Ha @thomasha.bsky.social · 29/09/2026
i should clarify, when i write people doing bad things, it's because i am bad. they are me. more importantly, when you read about those bad things, they also become you. that's how story works. in fact, you are going to think about murder before this skeet ends. how's that feel, sicko.
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Ruin Jane @laurenjane.bsky.social · 25/09/2026
a swan curving into it's body . with @vacantchurch.bsky.social in 03\26
an photo so flooded with warmth it looks lit by lava, orange tones in a rough green grain. A photo in texture so rich it looks hot to the touch, Orange light.  a strange angel captures a feminine hip and thigh, a glimpsed corner of a body on its back, legs lifted high so the muscles in the hip and thigh roll and flex under the skin. Their legs are crossed, arms and hip flexors taut. Its obvious the subject is reaching up and touching their toes even if you can only see a glimpse of them, the photo is full of suggestions of their motions. a wide photo rich in the mossy green grain and warm light. A hotel room, a box of transience, designed to be empty. the foreground full of built in empty entrainment unit, orange light against a cream beige wall. In the background blue evening light falls into the sliver of visible bedroom, the foot of a bed, the bright of a sheer curtain. Curled in the entertainment unit in a small feminine body, fit and slim, coiled but ready to spring, toes pointed. Their long hair catches the orange light and casts their face in a halo of light.
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Ruin Jane @laurenjane.bsky.social · 28/09/2026
sometimes, violence is the answer . www.deepdesirespress.com/little-viole...
In the sweltering heat of a Savannah summer, a missing Civil War-era photo album sets two strangers on a collision course of danger, desire, and obsession.

Brock Charleston—a private investigator with a penchant for finding what shouldn’t exist—is hired to recover the photo album after its seller is brutally murdered. The deeper he digs into Savannah’s underground erotic world, the more the whispers start pointing toward one unlikely witness: Ronnie Barbarian, a queer tattooed cellist grieving her grandmother—and hiding a past she refuses to name.

Ronnie wants nothing to do with Brock or the violent world circling around her. Brock wants nothing to do with the sharp, magnetic pull he feels toward her. But when a second threat emerges, the two are forced together in a collision of grief, heat, and unraveling secrets.

Desire turns dangerous. Trust turns intimate. And the album—if it exists at all—may be worth killing for. But the hardest thing for Brock will be confronting the one thing he’s never risked: wanting something for himself.
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Ruin Jane @laurenjane.bsky.social · 28/09/2026
bad photos in the woods hair feathered like a bed alive as a dragonfly, saying my best mood is creek in the summer ... . with Julia & @vacantchurch.bsky.social
She is wearing a white dress, she is hard to see. 

Aan out of focus photo of the woods, no focal point, not really. just a flat mess of trees and branches and underbursh. In the centre if the iamge, half lost in the riot of wilderness in a woman in a white dress, kneeling on a fallen tree, her blonde hair wild - perhaps she is moving but it is hard to tell becase like everything in the image she is out of focus, hard to decipher, unclear. black and white and too much sun so the white is flooded nothing and the black is just a stamp of void. Tress and shadow on a forest path, glittering water hard to see in the endless crush of black and white data but its there, a babbling creek, wet with sunshine and woman in a fitted and beautiful white dress, edges lit up with sun, hair so white its glowing like a halo. Her arms are covered in the light and shadow of tattoos, her hand covers her face. black and white shadows flooding everything so trees are only ghosts and the water, a babbling creek, wet darkness is almost invisible. a woman stands in the water,  hair so white its glowing like a halo. Her arms are covered in the light and shadow of tattoos, her white dress glows so white it holds almost no data but careful graceful shape of her.
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Ruin Jane @laurenjane.bsky.social · 28/09/2026
I had a dream I stole Jesus's wings, which, when removed, turned from light to wooden carvings. I secured them to my back from a nail in my neck & wandered through the forest. Just as I was about to sit and eat a bowl of juniper leaves, an Angel came, carrying Jesus, & told me to give them back.
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Ruin Jane @laurenjane.bsky.social · 28/09/2026
bad photos in the woods hair feathered like a bed alive as a dragonfly, saying my best mood is creek in the summer ... . with Julia & @vacantchurch.bsky.social
She is wearing a white dress, she is hard to see. 

Aan out of focus photo of the woods, no focal point, not really. just a flat mess of trees and branches and underbursh. In the centre if the iamge, half lost in the riot of wilderness in a woman in a white dress, kneeling on a fallen tree, her blonde hair wild - perhaps she is moving but it is hard to tell becase like everything in the image she is out of focus, hard to decipher, unclear. black and white and too much sun so the white is flooded nothing and the black is just a stamp of void. Tress and shadow on a forest path, glittering water hard to see in the endless crush of black and white data but its there, a babbling creek, wet with sunshine and woman in a fitted and beautiful white dress, edges lit up with sun, hair so white its glowing like a halo. Her arms are covered in the light and shadow of tattoos, her hand covers her face. black and white shadows flooding everything so trees are only ghosts and the water, a babbling creek, wet darkness is almost invisible. a woman stands in the water,  hair so white its glowing like a halo. Her arms are covered in the light and shadow of tattoos, her white dress glows so white it holds almost no data but careful graceful shape of her.
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kel 🩸 @viewtoakel.bsky.social · 27/09/2026
decay americana
handmade collage using mostly black and white paper with a hint of pink from a vintage magazine, fabric screen paper on black cardstock
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Ruin Jane @laurenjane.bsky.social · 28/09/2026
Catherine Parr is "arrived"
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Ruin Jane @laurenjane.bsky.social · 28/09/2026
I had a dream I stole Jesus's wings, which, when removed, turned from light to wooden carvings. I secured them to my back from a nail in my neck & wandered through the forest. Just as I was about to sit and eat a bowl of juniper leaves, an Angel came, carrying Jesus, & told me to give them back.
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Sen, but Spooky @dresdencodak.com · 28/09/2026
The Klingons are great when you realize they're not really a warrior race as much as they are a bunch of theater people with knives
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chiral @vacantchurch.bsky.social · 27/09/2026
Clank clank clank the chain on the metal bedframe. [ @laurenjane.bsky.social comfy and cozy ]
Digital color photographs of a pale feminine body with tattoos laying in bed. Wrapped around their torso are stainless steel metal chains, that are locked to the bed frame off camera. Their hand gently poised showing the dichotomy between the softness and the rigid, inescapable steelDigital color photographs of a pale feminine body with tattoos laying in bed. Wrapped around their torso are stainless steel metal chains, that are locked to the bed frame off camera. Their hand gently poised showing the dichotomy between the softness and the rigid, inescapable steel
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Ruin Jane @laurenjane.bsky.social · 28/09/2026
sometimes, violence is the answer . www.deepdesirespress.com/little-viole...
In the sweltering heat of a Savannah summer, a missing Civil War-era photo album sets two strangers on a collision course of danger, desire, and obsession.

Brock Charleston—a private investigator with a penchant for finding what shouldn’t exist—is hired to recover the photo album after its seller is brutally murdered. The deeper he digs into Savannah’s underground erotic world, the more the whispers start pointing toward one unlikely witness: Ronnie Barbarian, a queer tattooed cellist grieving her grandmother—and hiding a past she refuses to name.

Ronnie wants nothing to do with Brock or the violent world circling around her. Brock wants nothing to do with the sharp, magnetic pull he feels toward her. But when a second threat emerges, the two are forced together in a collision of grief, heat, and unraveling secrets.

Desire turns dangerous. Trust turns intimate. And the album—if it exists at all—may be worth killing for. But the hardest thing for Brock will be confronting the one thing he’s never risked: wanting something for himself.
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Pringl @pringl-draws.bsky.social · 24/09/2026
🖤
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Tricia Lockwood @tricialockwood.bsky.social · 27/09/2026
all literature is stink lines coming off the alphabet
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Kriss Lowrance @krisslowrance.bsky.social · 25/09/2026
My job in 2019: "Make porn sites work better, so adults who pay money to view porn will want to pay money to view porn." My Job in 2026: "Draft a compliance plan for Eastwestern Tennabamaho's new 'porn sites confirm viewer's blood type every 10 seconds' law, so Visa doesn't drone-strike my house"
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Ruin Jane @laurenjane.bsky.social · 25/09/2026
into it
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Snake Plissken: Call Me Snake
ALT: Snake Plissken: Call Me Snake
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Ruin Jane @laurenjane.bsky.social · 25/09/2026
a swan curving into it's body . with @vacantchurch.bsky.social in 03\26
an photo so flooded with warmth it looks lit by lava, orange tones in a rough green grain. A photo in texture so rich it looks hot to the touch, Orange light.  a strange angel captures a feminine hip and thigh, a glimpsed corner of a body on its back, legs lifted high so the muscles in the hip and thigh roll and flex under the skin. Their legs are crossed, arms and hip flexors taut. Its obvious the subject is reaching up and touching their toes even if you can only see a glimpse of them, the photo is full of suggestions of their motions. a wide photo rich in the mossy green grain and warm light. A hotel room, a box of transience, designed to be empty. the foreground full of built in empty entrainment unit, orange light against a cream beige wall. In the background blue evening light falls into the sliver of visible bedroom, the foot of a bed, the bright of a sheer curtain. Curled in the entertainment unit in a small feminine body, fit and slim, coiled but ready to spring, toes pointed. Their long hair catches the orange light and casts their face in a halo of light.
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Ruin Jane @laurenjane.bsky.social · 24/09/2026
flower girl . with Rose in Toronto .
a cool portrait, crisp blue cast to the light. Wearing worn black doc martens Rose sits on the dark hardwood floor, knees curled to her chest, hands pulled her legs towards her. her pale tattooed body folded under milk plastic, glittering with silver light. One eye is in focus enough to cast sharp through the shine and look right into you. Overflowing out of her boots are dying flowers, pink carnations and roses and babies breath and  wilting white dahlias.
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Ruin Jane @laurenjane.bsky.social · 23/09/2026
Capitalism is so fucked. It can't even stop an LLM from dreaming.
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Ruin Jane @laurenjane.bsky.social · 13/09/2026
do hard things on purpose .
A portrait orientation photo in warm colours with a soft suede grain. Mounds of blush pink flesh, twisted and pushed plump by thick elastic bands and many pearls. Hips and thighs in a round soft confusion of angel and orientation and perspective on a lace covered bed. In some places the skin is pink where elastics have pressed deep and moved away, leaving a mark. A portrait orientation photo in warm colours with a soft suede grain. Warm colors and soft tones. Abstract shaoes, the hips and waist.all bent together, creating an abstract of body in blush pink flesh and body suit, twisted and pushed plump by thick elastic bands and many pearls. A hand, flushed from pressure reach into frame, puls at a strap that might real more of the contorted body.
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Ruin Jane @laurenjane.bsky.social · 16/09/2026
Trans PI Brock Charleston takes on Civil War myths in the South, fixated erotic art collectors, and meets a woman who changes everything he thinks he knows about the difference between secrets & lies, lust & love.... . a.co/d/0enGkxeb . #QueerRomance #BookSky #Erotica #TransRomance #Noir .
cover of a book entitled "little violence" - a queer Noir romance set in the Southern United States, about the difference between secrets and lies, lust and love, and how things worth dying for are also worth killing for, It is a story of obscured and partial truths. 

The cover is a plume of billowing white smoke, The title is written in stark letters filling the frame, smokey grey and partially hidden by plumes of smoke. The tagline ' a queer southern romance'  and my name 'lauren jane k' are more visible. The cover has a faint pink undertone, a little blush of innocence it most certainly does not deserve. 

In the sweltering heat of a Savannah summer, a missing Civil War-era photo album sets two strangers on a collision course of danger, desire, and obsession.
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Rain DeGrey @raindegrey.bsky.social · 22/09/2026
The Last Jacket raindegrey.substack.com/p/the-last-j...
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The Last Jacket
what is left behind, the big 16, roadside picnic
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Moby Dick @mobydickatsea.bsky.social · 22/09/2026
There is no steady unretracing progress in this life; we do not advance through fixed gradations
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Ruin Jane @laurenjane.bsky.social · 21/09/2026
My American love opening Canadian cheese: What's old fort?
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Ruin Jane @laurenjane.bsky.social · 21/09/2026
Is there any phrase more antithetical to it's parts than "work retreat"
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Ruin Jane @laurenjane.bsky.social · 20/09/2026
This is a fun time to work in tech because everyone is getting so fantastically stupid
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Ruin Jane @laurenjane.bsky.social · 16/09/2026
Sometimes, we all need a little violence...
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Merrick, After Dark 🖤💜 @merrickafterdark.bsky.social · 17/09/2026
Question for the sex workers who travel internationally: what’s the over/under on traveling with a personal phone vs a work phone? What kind of digital footprint are you comfortable keeping on your person? Asking as a primarily digital creator with travel on the horizon…
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AbundantMischief @abundantmischief.bsky.social · 17/09/2026
“You are miles away and an inferno in my blood” -Amber Hope
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~ Alison Peace @irishali13.bsky.social · 17/09/2026
It is a terrible, an inexorable, law that one cannot deny the humanity of another without diminishing one's own: in the face of one's victim, one sees oneself. ~ James Baldwin
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Ruin Jane @laurenjane.bsky.social · 16/09/2026
Sometimes, we all need a little violence...
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Ruin Jane @laurenjane.bsky.social · 16/09/2026
Trans PI Brock Charleston takes on Civil War myths in the South, fixated erotic art collectors, and meets a woman who changes everything he thinks he knows about the difference between secrets & lies, lust & love.... . a.co/d/0enGkxeb . #QueerRomance #BookSky #Erotica #TransRomance #Noir .
cover of a book entitled "little violence" - a queer Noir romance set in the Southern United States, about the difference between secrets and lies, lust and love, and how things worth dying for are also worth killing for, It is a story of obscured and partial truths. 

The cover is a plume of billowing white smoke, The title is written in stark letters filling the frame, smokey grey and partially hidden by plumes of smoke. The tagline ' a queer southern romance'  and my name 'lauren jane k' are more visible. The cover has a faint pink undertone, a little blush of innocence it most certainly does not deserve. 

In the sweltering heat of a Savannah summer, a missing Civil War-era photo album sets two strangers on a collision course of danger, desire, and obsession.
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JP Robichaud @jprobichaud.bsky.social · 15/09/2026
This book is hot and good and if you like noir detective fiction mixed in with your smut then Get On This:
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Ruin Jane @laurenjane.bsky.social · 15/09/2026
Trans Detective Brock Charleston takes on civil war myths in the South, faces fixated erotic art collectors, and meets a woman who changes everything he thinks he knows about the difference between secrets and lies, and lust and love.... . #QueerRomance #BookSky #Erotica #TransRomance #Noir .
book cover for a book titled "little violence". A Queer Noir Romance set in the Southern United States, about the difference between secrets and lies, lust and love, and how things worth dying for are also worth killing for, It is a story of obscured and partial truths. 

The cover is a plume of billowing white smoke, The title is written in stark letters filling the frame, smokey grey and partially hidden by plumes of smoke. The tagline ' a queer southern romance'  and my name 'lauren jane k' are more visible. The cover has a faint pink undertone, a little blush of innocence it most certainly does not deserve. 

In the sweltering heat of a Savannah summer, a missing Civil War-era photo album sets two strangers on a collision course of danger, desire, and obsession.
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Ruin Jane @laurenjane.bsky.social · 13/09/2026
do hard things on purpose .
A portrait orientation photo in warm colours with a soft suede grain. Mounds of blush pink flesh, twisted and pushed plump by thick elastic bands and many pearls. Hips and thighs in a round soft confusion of angel and orientation and perspective on a lace covered bed. In some places the skin is pink where elastics have pressed deep and moved away, leaving a mark. A portrait orientation photo in warm colours with a soft suede grain. Warm colors and soft tones. Abstract shaoes, the hips and waist.all bent together, creating an abstract of body in blush pink flesh and body suit, twisted and pushed plump by thick elastic bands and many pearls. A hand, flushed from pressure reach into frame, puls at a strap that might real more of the contorted body.
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Ruin Jane @laurenjane.bsky.social · 13/09/2026
The issue here is my partner and I are queer people who make queer art and a handful of CBSA agents were empowered to discriminate against us for months over our work by targeting books about transgressive topics and art that shows naked queer bodies.
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Ruin Jane @laurenjane.bsky.social · 13/09/2026
Every time I write this I assume everyone thinks it's too crazy too be true because that's how I feel, but it's real and it happened and probably happens way more than any of us know.
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Ruin Jane @laurenjane.bsky.social · 13/09/2026
The issue here is my partner and I are queer people who make queer art and a handful of CBSA agents were empowered to discriminate against us for months over our work by targeting books about transgressive topics and art that shows naked queer bodies.
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Ruin Jane @laurenjane.bsky.social · 30/08/2026
If only my name was Alice . . . With @vacantchurch.bsky.social
A low contrast black and white photo of a white feminine body stretched out on a bed in athletic looking underwear, the kind you might see in an Instagram ad for one of those algorithm sculpted yoga bodies, high waisted bottoms and a single shoulder sports bra - this pulled down quickly to reveal a single small breast. The body is laid out in a tousled and messy bed, floral sheets wrinkled and folded like waves. Around their waist is a heavy steel chain, locked with a heavy brick of a brass lock pressed into their side.
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Ruin Jane @laurenjane.bsky.social · 02/08/2026
green .
its all green and hard grain, like a photo from a disposable camera you found in the woods and developed at the camera store in the lower level of the mall in 1997. its warm and a bit green, and the white walls are yellow, and the light is storm light, the corner of a sunlit room, a mirror reflecting a feminine, muscular body and tree branches. A person sits in front of it, dressed in thigh-highs and garters, their bra pulled down; their body exposed as they pull a threadbare grey t-shirt over their head, face hidden, tattooed arms bent and moving. Behind them, pulling focus, is a sword leaning in the corner. It's all green and hard grain, like a photo from a disposable camera you found in the woods and developed at the camera store on the lower level of the mall in 1997. It's warm and a bit green, and the white walls are yellow, and the light is storm light: the corner of a sunlit room, two mirrors reflecting a wall, and tree branches. Pulling focus, there is a sword leaning in the corner.
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Ruin Jane @laurenjane.bsky.social · 04/09/2026
In February of this year the CBSA arrested my partner for ownership of popular fiction books like "pattern recognition" & "1Q84" - calling them obscene and hate speech. . We challenged the arrest & won! . But it cost us $20,000 . Please help us . www.paypal.com/paypalme/Fin...
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Ruin Jane @laurenjane.bsky.social · 07/09/2026
rope .
a colour photo, tones cool as rain water. a pale feminine person in a black heart bodice bodysuit, with their throat exposed is pressed up against the left edge of the photo - breaking the border and the rules of composition, edge of the iming their body out of view. Their hair is tied up in a long braid and wrapped in rope, which is strung up somewhere over head, out of the image. their arm reaches back, gripping the rope, so it is their own hand pulling up their hair, baring their throat, pulling themselves higher.
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Ruin Jane @laurenjane.bsky.social · 26/01/2026
Little Violence . a queer southern romance . a.co/d/4d93FJQ . #BookSky #Romance #QueerFiction
A book cover for my next book entitled "little violence" it is a queer Noir romance set in the Southern United States, about the difference between secrets and lies, lust and love, and how things worth dying for are also worth killing for, It is a story of obscured and partial truths. 

The cover is a plume of billowing white smoke, The title is written in stark letters filling the frame, smokey grey and partially hidden by plumes of smoke. The tagline ' a queer southern romance'  and my name 'lauren jane k' are more visible. The cover has a faint pink undertone, a little blush of innocence it most certainly does not deserve. 

In the sweltering heat of a Savannah summer, a missing Civil War-era photo album sets two strangers on a collision course of danger, desire, and obsession.

Brock Charleston—a private investigator with a penchant for finding what shouldn’t
exist—is hired to recover the photo album after its seller is brutally murdered. The deeper he digs into Savannah’s underground erotic world, the more the whispers start pointing toward one unlikely witness: Ronnie Barbarian, a queer tattooed cellist grieving her grandmother— and hiding a past she refuses to name.

Ronnie wants nothing to do with Brock or the violent world circling around her. Brock wants nothing to do with the sharp, magnetic pull he feels toward her. But when a second threat emerges, the two are forced together in a collision of grief, heat, and unraveling secrets.

Desire turns dangerous. Trust turns intimate. And the album—if it exists at all—may be worth killing for. But the hardest thing for Brock will be confronting the one thing he’s never risked:  wanting something for himself.
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