I’m lucky. I should be dead or in prison. My story could happen to you or to someone you love. I never imagined I’d have a gun pointed at my head or that I’d become a rape victim just because I sought to “have a good time.” But shame, an unfortunate state aligned with most queer identity, will compound and transform until it’s addressed. This is my story about trauma finding shelter in the throes of addiction, about the dehumanization of crystal meth, and about the mind’s determination to save itself. This book is my rallying cry.
