What is Whole Damn Woman?

This is my outlet for authentic, vulnerable life writing as well as steamy romance fiction. It's where I can make you feel all the feels in all the feely places. That . . . that sounded creepy.

OK, but Who Are You?

I'm Seeta. TL;DR: I should've put my writing career first over 20 years ago, but I'm doing it now.

The long version . . .

I shrugged my way into becoming an English major because the only thing I enjoyed doing was writing, which I realized when I was bored to tears in junior high pre-algebra. Who puts 12-year-olds in pre-algebra?

Knowing I couldn't make a living right away as a writer, I went to grad school to study creative nonfiction while working as teaching assistant. I argued in my thesis that creative nonfiction helps people realize they aren't alone. When I wasn't studying, I was grading. This became the unfortunate trajectory that was my 20s and 30s.

When I graduated, I taught as an adjunct college English, sociology, and student development instructor for 20 years. To make ends meet, I taught at least 5 to 8 classes per term. I sometimes taught at 4 different institutions simultaneously. Grading 100 essays in a week was common. I also edited a few books and magazine issues, none of which I'm terribly proud to share, thank you very much.

What I'd done was prioritize everyone else's writing over mine. As a people-pleaser, this is not a surprise.

I left teaching in January 2020. Rather, in the words of my colleagues, I'd been repeatedly "screwed" out of full-time teaching positions. Instead of continuing to smile in the face of misogynistic, white-supremacist nonsense, I was done. Like . . . fuck that shit.

So, here I am, exactly 21 years after graduating, putting my writing first. Legitimately, I graduated on May 18, 2002, and I wrote this on May 17, 2023. Mind. Blown.

Also, if this switch-up flops, look for my Only Fans account where I sell sexy shots of my Hobbity feet. (I'm kidding. For now.)

What Are the Perks?

Periodic NSFW, 18+-only fiction excerpts from works in progress*
A fun nickname based upon my favorite sweet foods
So many green hearts that they'll start to look weird
A regular newsletter with all the fun shit, and
Access to The Cattycombs, my post archive (which closes next year)
*You MUST opt in to the designated tiers to consent to receive this content. Consent always matters to me.

Why Is This Worth It?

I mean . . . I could say you'd get all the warm fuzzies for supporting a small business owned by a woman of color. But really, it's worth it because I'm fun, smart, and insightful. I didn't keep college students learning and entertained for 20 years by being a fucking bore.

Plus, should this Patreon grow, I have ideas of what else I can offer you. So, like, be a part of the growth and shit!