Emma Burnett

******He taught her to love her body. In a cramped bedroom on the top floor of a run-down tenement building, he gently tugged at her arms, freeing her breasts from under her hands, and smiled at her, told her she was beautiful. He held her to him, then turned them both towards the mirror. He […]

“You know Janice’s son, Taylor, who used to be Parker?”   Mum always does this. It’s like she has to qualify that she’s hip, cool with the new gender flexitarians, cool with her friend who has a son who used to be a daughter. But she’s not because she needs to tell me all about