“My life was narrated for me by others. Their voices were forceful, emphatic, absolute. It had never occurred to me that my voice might be as strong as theirs.”
An anthology of the longlist for the 2019 Brick Lane Bookshop Short Story Prize.
Poetry on love, abuse, healing, sex, shame, and the stolen history of the queer community.
“Guess that's where the tears came from, knowing that there's so much in this great big world that you don't have a single ounce of control over."
"But people do pay other people to act like part of the family. That doesn't mean it's not a transaction.”
“You learn nothing very profound about yourself simply by being bullied; but by bullying someone else you learn something you can never forget.”
"That's the catch about betrayal, of course: that it feels good, that there's something immensely pleasurable about moving from a complicated relationship which involves minor atrocities on both sides to a nice, neat, simple one where one person has done something so horrible and unforgivable that the other person is immediately absolved of all the low-grade sins of sloth, envy, gluttony, avarice and I forget the other three."
A mysterious blue tent appears in the garden, with multiple people emerging from it, claiming it as their own. But whose is it? Is it even there?
"The person who loves the addict exhausts and renews their love on a daily basis."
“You live it forward, but understand it backward.”