Greta & Valdin

by Rebecca K. Reilly

What are women up to? What are they doing to me?

I bite my lip and feign ignorance. I don’t think it should be allowed for anyone to remember me as I was before maybe, like, two years ago. For their sake.

“Yes. Ah. Except one time, we were having dinner when you were all kids, Casper and V were both crying because of some injustice that had happened at school, and I thought in that moment, How have I managed to raise two such wonderful and sensitive boys, and I just really wished we could go outside and… burn something. I would like it if just one time, my sons would stop talking about how terrible everything is long enough to drink a beer and watch ice hockey with me.”

I think that my time of being a dramatic, emotional young man is coming to an end, and I’m okay with that.

“I don’t really feel like anything these days, just a beautiful husk filled with opinions about globalism and a strong desire to go out for dinner.”

I wake up alone in my childhood room and consider my situation. I’ve become a controversial figure in race relations. It looks like it’s going to be sunny.

This book is for hot autistic people, people from the city, people who have been mistaken for a different ethnicity, queer and trans people who are tired of being strong and just want to do jokes, tall girls, and haters.