Just Some Book Content

As Mungo leaned over the water he focused on his reflection. He wondered what it was the men had recognized in him. Where was this signal he could not see, the semaphore he had never meant to send? Was it in how his eyes never quite met theirs, how they turned themselves down submissively? Was it in how he stood with his hands limp at his side, his weight on one leg? He wanted to find the signal, and he wanted to end its transmission. The men had looked at him as though they knew what lay inside his soul, things he still had not even admitted to himself. They knew the inescapable shame of it, how isolated it made him feel, and they had used that to separate him from his home and do as they pleased.

finished young mungo this week. that was heavy stuff, I must say. I had to take breaks because the content was impacting me quite a bit, but let me tell you - it hurts, but it hurts in a way that stays and it will likely stay for a long, long time. it’s for us, queers.