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Waymon Hudson, writer and musician, seated near a sunlit window in an open cream shirt, looking directly at the camera.

STORIES YOU FEEL IN YOUR BODY

 

Waymon Hudson

Writer. Musician. Storyteller.

Defiant by design.

 

I write, compose, and build worlds that don't just speak to you. They stay in your body.

Read the Memoir · Messy Reinvention · Explore Speakeasy

I'm a queer, late-deafened writer and musician.

I lost most of my hearing as an adult.

I didn't lose the need to be felt.

Everything I make now, music, horror, memoir, a musical, essays, comes from the same place: the body, not just the ear.

A pale handprint pressed against a dark background beneath the words "Silent Horrors," the cover art for Waymon Hudson's literary horror anthology.

Silent Horrors

An archive of what was done to us, and the thing that learned from it.

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Literary horror built on real history. Queer stories you feel in your body.

 

New files surface regularly.

Black and white cover art for "Read My Lips (Acoustic Version)" by Waymon Hudson, both hands in his hair, gold script title.

Songs You Don't Just Hear, You Feel.

Read My Lips (Acoustic Version), out July 17.

 

Just guitar, piano, and voice.

 

Nothing to hide behind.

A thirst trap. A horror story. A Broadway song. A memoir excerpt. An acoustic performance. A keynote about marketing.
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However you found me, you're standing in front of the same door.
 
Different rooms. Same house. Same voice on the other side of all of them.

A young Waymon Hudson as a child, smiling, holding a small black puppy outdoors.

Notes from a Sissy

A memoir of what he broke, and what she built.

 

Darkly funny. Defiant. Southern. On submission now.

Black and white portrait of Waymon Hudson, hand resting near his chin, direct gaze, wearing an open dark button-down shirt.

Messy Reinvention

The true version. Not the inspirational one.

Essays on becoming impossibly, unapologetically yourself. New writing most weeks.

A glowing neon sign reading "Speakeasy, A New Musical" above a martini glass icon, against a dark background.

Speakeasy

A jazz musical about the cost of sanctuary. Behind an unmarked door in Prohibition Chicago, the Velvet Boot is the one room where the wrong people get to be seen.

Black and white portrait of Waymon Hudson, arm resting along the back of a chair, looking directly at the camera.

Meet Waymon

I didn't fit the story I was given, so I rewrote it.

 

Writer. Musician. Storyteller. Speaker.

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