Trigger warning whilst reading the book: Self Harm
I’ve lied to you already.
I don’t know how to be happy.
Yeah, Sorry. Awkward.
Okay, let me rephrase. I don’t know how to make you happy. But I have a pretty good idea about what would help.
Badly wanting a girlfriend, convinced he’s not normal, and tormented by bullies, David searches for a way to fit in, a way to be happy. But nothing seems to be going right – his first date is a disaster, and despite all his efforts he loses his best friend. And when his own triumphant solution leads him into anxiety and bleak despair, things get very serious.
… I also had an insatiable curiosity about the male body. The question came again. Am I gay?
… a young man sits with his female friend. He’s desperately confused. Uncertain of his preferences, desires, or standing in society, he concludes the scene with a bewildering realisation: ‘I think I’m a lesbian.’ wait. Can men be lesbians?
They may help you get into a university in the months immediately following your secondary graduation, but that’s about all their good for.
‘Okay, David. Let’s have a look.’ I gave her the sheet. ‘Okay, now I see you’ve put down theatre for the first two options, but that’s going to be terribly difficult to find a job in, isn’t it? So I think law will be best. Your grades are excellent. Here we go.’ She produced a red pen and, right in front of me, crossed out the theatre options on the page. I nodded warmly. ‘Thanks so much,’ I said ‘You’re very right.’ I walked out of the room and threw the paper in the bin. Stupid b*tch. There was no way I was doing anything but theatre now.