Lunga Noélia

“We went to my friend’s place to continue hanging out and I fell asleep on her couch. I was dreaming and I felt something poking me, as a writer I need to be specific and use description to take my readers to the place but I don’t want to take you guys there. I continued to feel poked on a part of my body that I saved for seventeen years. The poke later became touching, and I tried to stop it but I couldn’t. I thought it was sleep paralysis but this time the demon was human. I felt so powerless, like I was part of the marvel universe and someone had taken my power. I never told anyone about it, because they would blame it on drinking problems. I admit that I have a drinking problem, but I am pretty sure he has a ‘lack of humanity problem’. At least, alcohol does not change character.”
― Lunga Noélia Izata, The story is about me

“When I looked through old pictures of my family, I always thought that the reason why they looked dusty was because of the quality of the camera back in the days but then my mother would explain to me that the picture literally reflected the times they lived in.”
― Lunga Noélia Izata, The story is about me

“They say rape is the practice of sexual intercourse without consent but in my case, I did consent. I knew it wasn’t him. I could tell it was another person that was in that room with me. Have you ever watched the movie “Face off”? They had this ‘hand-down-the-face’ touch that distinguished the bad guy from the good guy. I remember touching his face, I knew it wasn’t him.”
― Lunga Noélia Izata, The story is about me

“The pig was always there staring at me, as I took off my clothes, I wondered if he could be turned on by me. We live in such a crazy world, where people find themselves in the wrong body and they seek permanent change, I wonder if one day a pig woke up and realised he is in the wrong body. I think I was going crazy, I had a lot of thoughts and no one to talk to.”
― Lunga Noélia Izata, The story is about me