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He, when I was nineteen, told me that all a lad needs to fall in love is a girl who will be nice to him and have sex with him. Well, I had sex with him, but I couldn’t be nice, or be a girl.
This new short story by Irish writer Anna Walsh follows an unnamed transmasculine narrator on a stag night with a group of straight men from their hometown. As the drink flows, our horned-up hero lusts ambivalently after men past and present, all the while looking back and licking the wounds of their chaotic, closeted youth.
Published by Ssnake Press
Softcover
24 pages
112 x 160 mm
