About She Who Stirs the Storm

Welcome to She Who Stirs the Storm—a high-voltage literary salon disguised as a Substack, where wit is weaponized, lipstick is political, and the conversation is always one sharp turn away from a revolution.

I’m Gloria Jean. Southern by birth, storm by temperament. I’m a redhead with a long memory, a loud mouth, and a heart stitched together by resistance, romance, the scent of wet dog, and Krispy Kreme donuts. I write with a match in one hand and a martini in the other—sometimes shaken, always stirred.

This isn’t a newsletter. This is a gathering.

A salon, in the truest, most gloriously old-fashioned sense.

You’ll find the wittiest, williest, orneriest, sweetest, sharpest minds on Substack right here—sassing, sobbing, howling at the moon, and setting fire to the damn furniture when necessary. My subscribers? I call them STORM STIRERS—because they show up, they speak up, and they don’t flinch.

Here’s what we do inside this storm:

  • Poetry—sometimes feral, sometimes soft enough to press to your cheek. About life. About loss. About cats who steal sandwiches and dogs who save your soul.

  • Political screeds sharp enough to shave the truth raw. Think Hunter S. Thompson meets Nora Ephron in a booth at Denny’s at 2am, whispering about fascism and feminism between bites of pie.

  • Secret tactics from the OSS Simple Sabotage Manual—woven into my life story, metaphor, and mischief. Because sometimes the smallest acts of defiance leave the deepest cracks.

  • Serialized historical fiction featuring WWII resistance heroines, sapphic longing, and sabotage so elegant it could sign its name in fountain pen and blood.

If you’re here, you’re probably a bit loud. A bit weary. A bit wicked. You’ve got stories under your tongue and fire in your bones.

Well, pull up a velvet chair, darling. Light a candle. Spill a little tea.

You belong here—with the unruly, the brilliant, the broken, and the brave.

I hope you will subscribe. Stay.

We’re not done stirring yet.

P.S. About the STORM STIRERS

My subscribers—my STORM STIRERS—aren’t just readers. They’re co-conspirators.

They’re the ones passing secret notes across the digital salon.

The ones who laugh too loud, love too hard, and leave scorch marks on silence.

They keep the lights on, the fire stoked, and the cat fed. (Not necessarily in that order.)

Becoming a STORM STIRER means you get:

  • Behind-the-scenes intel (think coded sabotage, deleted love scenes, and poems too raw for public eyes)

  • Early access to serialized chapters and scandalous secrets

  • The occasional drunken midnight essay that I’ll only send to those I trust

  • And the undeniable thrill of saying: “I knew her when she was only semi-infamous on Substack.”

You’ll also be helping me buy ink, coffee, lipstick, and, let’s be honest—treats for the cats and dogs who bark through my edits.

So if you’re ready to throw in with this glorious, unruly salon of rebels, romantics, and raucous souls—

Join the storm and raise your glass, darling. We’ve got work to do—and stories to set on fire.

Subscription Tiers at She Who Stirs the Storm

A Salon for the Orneriest, Wittiest, Wildest, Sweetest Souls on Substack

Follower

Codename: Eavesdropper at the Door

You haven’t stepped inside yet, but you’re listening.

You catch whispers from the storm, trace outlines of poems through the frosted glass.

You’re watching, and that’s how all good rebellions start.

When you’re ready, the velvet rope lifts with one click. Become a free subscriber or if you are able, a paid subscriber. No matter — I am so grateful you are here in my corner of the world of Substack


Free Subscriber

Codename: Whisper in the Hallway

You’re in the salon, darling—leaning close, stealing sentences and passing notes beneath the table.

You’ll receive selected essays and public posts, enough to feel the thunder rumble.

But the candlelit secrets and backroom kisses? Those are behind the curtain.


Paid Monthly Subscriber – $5/month

Codename: Lipstick Saboteur

You’ve lit your cigarette with a page from the OSS Manual.

You fund the storm one month at a time, and your inbox gets the good stuff:

  • Full access to all posts

  • Serialized chapters of female resistance (with the help of a few heroic men)

  • Hidden poems, scandalous notes, subversive essays

  • My undying gratitude, in whispered ink and occasional howls


4. Paid Yearly Subscriber – $50/year

Codename: Velvet Resistance

You’re not just committed. You’re co-conspiring.

The slow burn suits you. You fund the future.

You get everything from Lipstick Saboteur, plus:

  • Early previews of fiction and poetry

  • Occasional surprise dispatches

  • A place of honor among the true salon faithful


5. Founding Subscriber – $140/year

Codename: La Glorie

Yes, you are the storm.

You aren’t just reading the revolution—you’re bankrolling it with style.

Includes everything above, plus:

  • A personalized thank-you in ink (or blood, depending on the mood)

  • Secret messages and dedications

  • The deepest access, the fiercest love, and my eternal toast raised to you

  • It’s a surprise and you know we all love surprises.

Thanks for reading this far.

By now, you probably realize this isn’t just a newsletter—it’s a velvet-lined riot.

Welcome to the salon. The storm’s already brewing.

And darling? You’ve just found yourself exactly where you’re meant to be.

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Poet, painter, storyteller, rabble-rouser – a tempest in red lipstick. Expect provocative opinions, spirited rants, and lots of laughter. This is my playground, the rules are rewritten daily.

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Navigating life's vast library as a word enthusiast with a passion for rhymes, books, and ever-entrancing art. Companion in mischief, avid political debater, and daring adventurer who forgoes the safety helmet every single time.