I read this in one sitting, in my weekly book bath, and am writing to you as the water starts to because more chilly than I personally recommend.

This is a heartfelt, emotional, vulnerable, and joyful memoir about trauma, recognizing you are worth more than what your manipulator wishes on you, self expression, and queer joy. There was so much about this short book that was personally relatable to me, from the theatre kid background, to a parent hurling slurs, to a further recognition of my personal queerness while watching a certain member of the 2016 Ghostbusters just exist.

For everyone who read and raved about "I'm Glad My Mom Died" - and you should have, because that book was brilliant - this deserves to be known as an indie comp title (and was written after that author found the strength to share hee story).

TW include parental abuse (emotional, physical, sexual), sexual assault, talks of disordered eating, internalized (and external) homophobia.