A memoir, poetry, raw reflection and intersection of politics, gender, sexuality, race, and the colonial silence of Canada. Told through memories and thoughts, the author explores Indigenous and queer intersections of life oppressed and weighed down by white settler structures, words, and attitudes, homophobia, transphobia, and fetishization (I know I’m missing some!). It is also a reflection on times of joy, grief, anger, sadness, loneliness, but at the end of it all, the undercurrent of love and finding a way forward.

The way Belcourt writes speaks in volumes to chasms of my core I haven’t touched in a while, and will to you too. There is something so profound in this book that you will walk away with some part of you aching, or perhaps reflecting on your own experiences. It’s powerful.

In 161 pages Belcourt addresses many topics with blunt precision and poetic emotion. It truly is a genre-bending book, and I encourage you to pick it up