Jupiter Grant
Bio
Writer, Poet, Narrator, Audiobook Producer, Freelancer.
As you may have guessed, Jupiter Grant is my nom de plume. I’m a purveyor of fiction, poetry, pop culture, and whatever else takes my fancy on any given day.
Stories (60/0)
I Was Ripped Off by a Freelance Client, So I Took Matters Into My Own Hands
I had done my research. I liked to think I’m sensible, savvy, and not easily taken advantage of. Moreover, I’m pretty paranoid, and like to rigorously investigate the pros and cons of any action I might be considering. So in 2019, when I took my first tentative steps into freelance copywriting by joining Freelancer.com, I was confident that I had taken all the necessary precautions and was well-informed and clued up about how to protect myself.
By Jupiter Grant3 years ago in Journal
Reflect, Lick, Penetrate
Her skin felt warm against my arm, her body-heat rising as the two of us lay there on our backs, looking up at the mirrored ceiling, naked except for our bikini bottoms. A soft ocean breeze ruffled the thin white drapes, and a seagull cried outside.
By Jupiter Grant3 years ago in Filthy
The Third Party
From the half-lit corner of Hannah’s bedroom, I watch as the handsome young man cups her pert breasts, licking the coffee-colored peaks of her nipples. She moans his name- “Tony, oh Tony”- as his agile tongue flickers back and forth, his teeth nip, and his full lips draw her teats into his mouth to suckle.
By Jupiter Grant3 years ago in Filthy
Foucault and Feminism
As much of his work centered on issues of power, an issue that is central to the study of gender, the theories of philosopher Michel Foucault have been hotly debated within feminist literature. However, the relationship between Foucault and feminism has at times been a troubled one, and during the late twentieth century, it was a topic that was much-debated among feminists and scholars.
By Jupiter Grant3 years ago in Viva
Crimson Peek
The launch party had wound down now. Thank God. He hated these damn things. Dull as fuck, full of preening sycophant's and social climbers. Aside from the free booze, he could see very little point to these kinds of schmooze-fests, and frankly resented being forced to attend. But his publishers insisted on throwing the bloody things, and his literary agent always insisted he go. And be nice. And friendly. And sociable. And not leave after ten minutes. What a fucking cheek. Wasn’t it enough that he wrote the bloody books in the first place?
By Jupiter Grant3 years ago in Filthy
- Top Story - July 2021
Finding Calm Through Crochet
I grew up surrounded by crafty women. I don't mean crafty in the sense that they were sly or devious (though, sure, one or two of them could be). I mean in the sense of being skilled at crafts like knitting, sewing, and crochet. When I was a child, all of the doll's clothes in my toy box had been crafted via the creative endeavors of my mother, grandmother, aunt and great aunts.
By Jupiter Grant3 years ago in Psyche
The Memory of My Cancer Diagnosis Will Stay With Me Forever
I’d put off seeing my GP for weeks. Though I knew the lump was there, a large swelling on the inner side of my left breast, and had noticed it was growing at an alarming rate, I kept telling myself it was probably just an odd, but entirely benign cyst. At 38 years old, I was convinced I was too young to get breast cancer and, besides, apart from one great Aunt who died of the disease back in the late 1970s, there was no family history. No, I was just being paranoid, I decided. There was no way I wanted to risk showing up at my local GP surgery and being dismissed by the doctor as a silly, time-wasting hypochondriac.
By Jupiter Grant3 years ago in Viva