Steven LaChance
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In the quiet French countryside, in a town most people have never heard of, my family’s story begins. The place is called Bréban, France. It sits in the Aube region, surrounded by fields that know the rhythm of harvest, the hush of snow, and the silence of centuries. Bréban is the kind of town where
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Lately, I’ve been feeling the weight of time. It’s hitting me that I’ve lived more years than I probably have left, and no matter how I try to shake it, the truth stays. One day, I won’t be here. And that day is coming faster than I ever imagined. One morning, people who love me
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Since Gorilla hit the shelves, I’ve been asked the same question more than once—Is this an LGBTQ+ book? The answer is both yes and no. Gorilla is a horror novel about mind control, manipulation, fanaticism, and the darkness behind systems of power. It’s brutal. It’s real. And yes, it focuses on queer characters because it
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The other day I was going through some old family photos and came across a picture of one of my great grandfathers. I stopped and just stared at it. The truth is, I know almost nothing about him. I didn’t even know he ran a small store in the Soulard area of St. Louis. That’s
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Dear Readers, On June 29, in Indianapolis, a lay pastor stood before a congregation during a “Men’s Preaching Night” at Sure Foundation Baptist Church and told LGBTQ+ people to “shoot yourself in the back of the head.” That’s what he said. From the pulpit. In a church. A so-called sanctuary. This is why I wrote
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Demons. Ghosts. Monsters. A preacher with blood on his hands and something far darker in his ear. That is Gorilla. What if MK-Ultra never died? What if the government’s mind-breaking drug experiments were resurrected by a powerful evangelist determined to build a stronger believer through fear, through pain, through control? But what he created was
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I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what faith really means. Not the version wrapped in rules or ritual, but the kind that grows quietly inside you. The kind you don’t always have words for, but you feel it. It shows up in how you love. In how you choose kindness. In the way you
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“I am German and am waiting for the Germans to come back; they have gone to ground somewhere,” Victor Klemperer wrote in his diary. He was the son of a rabbi and a World War One veteran who chose to stay and somehow survived. The warning signs were there then. They are here now. Trump’s
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