<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Lilith's Muse]]></title><description><![CDATA[Lilith's Muse]]></description><link>https://emilyevelyne934.wixsite.com/lilithsmuse/my-blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Tue, 05 May 2026 19:17:21 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://emilyevelyne934.wixsite.com/lilithsmuse/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Pole Dancing Saved My Life]]></title><description><![CDATA[I’m performing my first solo in a pole dance showcase tomorrow, and later this month I’ll be celebrating my fourth pole anniversary. It feels surreal—to feel this alive now, knowing that only four years ago, when I found pole dancing, I was dead.  I stumbled upon pole dancing during the darkest moment of my life, when I was a body detached from a soul, passively navigating the world, no longer participating in my own life. I had just come out of an abusive relationship—still broken, still...]]></description><link>https://emilyevelyne934.wixsite.com/lilithsmuse/post/pole-dancing-saved-my-life</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69f018fa24f9d3e5cd6ee19a</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 May 2026 02:32:48 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Emily Évelyne</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Woman Without a Name: How the Second Mrs. de Winter’s Lack of Identity Reinforced My Own]]></title><description><![CDATA[Last night I dreamt of a nameless woman— A lovely, unusual name formed on her lips but dissolved before it reached me. I woke with the feeling that I had almost known her—yet she remained a stranger.  It was no coincidence, I think, that I had been rereading Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier when my dreams became haunted—fully submerged in its gothic atmosphere and quiet mystery. I have spent my evenings marvelling at du Maurier’s ability to carry me through time and space so seamlessly that the...]]></description><link>https://emilyevelyne934.wixsite.com/lilithsmuse/post/the-woman-without-a-name-how-the-second-mrs-de-winter-s-lack-of-identity-reinforced-my-own</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69c57600653657f03d603126</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Apr 2026 03:16:02 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Emily Évelyne</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Be Kind to the Lonely Hearts]]></title><description><![CDATA[As Valentine’s Day fades into the past, I find myself thinking about love—not the steady love of my female friendships, nor the unconditional love of my mother, not even the love I’ve learned to give myself—but the kind of love that hovers just out of reach. Close enough in dreams, yet distant in reality—the love of a partner. At 32—almost 33 years old—I have never had a partner. I have walked the entirety of my life alone, building something steady and self-made while everyone around me...]]></description><link>https://emilyevelyne934.wixsite.com/lilithsmuse/post/be-kind-to-the-lonely-hearts</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69a5d75c2b1318a24852e1e3</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Mar 2026 02:59:14 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Emily Évelyne</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Living With Ordeal: How Linda Lovelace Haunts My Heart]]></title><description><![CDATA[Content Warning: This review discusses sexual abuse, coercion, and trauma. The memoir itself contains graphic depictions of abuse that may be triggering. I read Ordeal by Linda Lovelace over the holiday break. Or, more accurately, I devoured it—and it devoured me in return, body and soul, leaving nothing behind. No trace remaining of the woman I was before I read it. It inhabited me. Not in the way great literature does—through beautiful prose that lingers like perfume, or a story that...]]></description><link>https://emilyevelyne934.wixsite.com/lilithsmuse/post/living-with-ordeal-how-linda-lovelace-haunts-my-heart</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69797f0367f9308d29728794</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Feb 2026 16:14:48 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Emily Évelyne</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Penelope Garcia Is Finding My Literary Agent]]></title><description><![CDATA[Every writer is told to brace themselves for rejection—to develop a thick skin, to expect disappointment, and to accept that the inbox will mostly echo back silence or polite nos. So when my writing partner and I began relentlessly querying literary agents, I braced for the wave of self-doubt I knew would hit. Each time I pressed “send,” I whispered to myself: their decision does not define the worth of our novel. Our book is already extraordinary. We poured our lives into it, stitched it...]]></description><link>https://emilyevelyne934.wixsite.com/lilithsmuse/post/penelope-garcia-is-finding-my-literary-agent</link><guid isPermaLink="false">697006f08979dee62790e6f7</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Jan 2026 01:09:45 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Emily Évelyne</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>