“Cuando hay hambre, no hay…”

My pen name is Pandouro. It’s a pun with several layers, if you’re wondering.

I’ve had many pen names because I used to be a ghost writer. I used to write thinly-veiled advertisements (“informational articles”) for online mattress companies, dubious MLM potion peddlers, and penis enlargement websites, among many others.¬†You name it, I did it.

Instead of putting my name and picture at the top of the article, they would put a stock photo of some hot chick and come up with an Anglo-Saxon sounding name. No, “Amy” didn’t write that article about the joys and benefits of the infrared supercell UltraSupple (TM) memory foam pillow with drool-reduction technology; I did.

Also, I never slept on that pillow, and neither did Amy.

But one day I woke up (with no pillow) and decided that I didn’t want to do that anymore (and probably most people wouldn’t want me to do it, either).

So I stopped.

And after I stopped, I remembered what I came here for in the first place.

Now I write about (usually queer) characters who are going through chaotic internal transformations that manifest as external revolutions.

These are the kinds of stories I like to read / watch myself, so I wanted to put more of it into the world. A long time ago, a story like that changed the course of my life.

I’d like to give away most of my work for free. You can read my stories right here on this site without paying a dime.

If you do want to contribute, though, consider subscribing to my Patreon. The tiers start at $1, and regardless of how much you contribute, you’ll get the ebook versions of my finished novels delivered to you once they’re done.

I’ll be writing a bunch of them.

“The bird fights its way out of the egg. The egg is the world. He who wishes to be born must first destroy a world. The bird flies to God. The God’s name is Abraxas.”