Clint Catalyst

I enjoyed his poetry and stories, very much so, but it quickly turned into a memoir of a "junky". As I have lost many friends to drugs, I really hate the desolate feeling that comes along with peeking into the brain of an addict who has hit rock bottom and will do anything for the next score.
There is nothing delightful about this book, but there is something very intriguing that makes you flip the pages at turbo speed, it is Raw, and painful, and the brutal truth without any speck sugar show more coating or rose colored glasses.
There was an endless search for him to find meaning to his life, and to finally feel loved and accepted as is (tran/queer) Lucky for us here, there was a happy ending, unlike many others who have lost that battle.
After reading this, I need a healthy dose of a Victorian Romance with drama and happy endings, and I am taking a break from the deep and heavy stuff, hurts too much to keep on.
( I keep saying that, then I instantly reach for the next deep darkly kept secret, *le sigh* ) show less