Status Updates From Pregaming Grief

“Male pain has so often been a weapon I thought might kill me. I’m a dartboard for men and the things that deeply disturb them. They hurl tiny ammunition at me - curses of masculinity they can’t deal with on their own - one by one, cutting into my skin, creating wounds that slowly became open voids, rendering me less of a person, lessening the space I take up.”

“I wondered if the only men I'd ever love-and who'd ever love me-were so deep in misery that their reciprocation would never be full. There would always be something wrong. I worried I wasn't meant for a love that made sense.”

Fuck me the fuck up, dude.

“The world was one big mosaic of despair and I kept cutting myself on the edges of it.”

I fear this book is going to mortally wound me, I can’t wait.