About this site
This isn't about a blog. This is a living archive. A map scribbled in real time. A place to be witnessed, if you want. A mirror, if you need one.
My name is CC Lune. I survived, and now I'm writing. For me, first. For whoever sees themselves in the stories, second.
I built this space after walking through fire—more than once. Abuse. Exile. Capitalism. Grief. I was taught to disappear. I chose to become visible instead.
You won't find tips for productivity here. No created aesthetics. No branded authenticity. Just raw truth, written with a shaking but sovereign hand.
Lunar Loot is where I document what it means to unlearn survival and remember sovereignty. Where I share what I create as I build my way out of systems designed to erase people like me.
If you read something here that stays with you—good. That means I did my job. Not as influencer. As a witness.
And if you feel compelled to support, there will be ways. But you don't own me anything. Just like I don't owe anyone my silence.
Thank you for being here. Let's see where this goes.
About me
My scribble name is CC Lune. If Farid Dieck and Carl Jung had a lovechild raised by Bridgerton, Queens of the Stone Age, and the host of bell hooks—that'd be me.
Support this journey
If my words have resonated with you or helped you feel less alone in your own strange, beautiful becoming, consider supporting my work.
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Every little bit helps me stay independent and keep writing from the wild truth of things.
🖤 Thank you.