Beautiful, screwed-up, queer - Jude is a young man determined to blow kisses to bigots and defy a lifetime of neglect through glamour. Jude will wear whatever he wants, sleep with whomever he likes and live his life like he's the star of the show. This is his brilliant, blazing story inspired by a true and heartbreaking event.
If you're a big fan of Juno Dawson's books then you're gonna LOVE Raziel Reid's debut novel When Everything Feels Like The Movies - but before you get stuck in to the amazing read, you should probably get to know the author first.
He's been spilling the dirty deets of his first ever Valentines Day hook up for us, and it's probably fair to say that it's not exactly the usual love hearts, cheap chocs and red roses this time around.
MY FIRST VAL-DAY BJ
By Raziel Reid
On Valentine's Day 2008 while 15-year old Larry Fobes King, who inspired my debut novel When Everything Feels like the Movies, was dying in the hospital from a gunshot wound to the head inflicted by a classmate he'd asked to be his Valentine (glamour!), I was in my senior year of high school about to hook up with a guy for the first time.
I don't remember his name (but I sort of remember his profile picture). I met him on a gay hookup app. It was a lonely Valentine's Day, and motivated by the endless thread of heart emojis and photos of happy twosomes appearing on my Facebook feed, I finally decided to take the plunge — eight inches down.
I'd known I was gay since I learned there were all sorts of ways I could play with my sister's Ken doll, but I was too unsure of myself in my adolescence to hook up with guys. It was somehow easier experimenting with my female friends. There's a safety involved.
But by my senior year of high school, I was strictly dickly.
There was only one problem. Dicks are attached to boys! And I was about as comfortable talking to guys as the girls who were experimenting with me — a vessel composed almost entirely of glitter and Britney.
Teen sex has been hardcore in YA lit since Forever by Judy Blume was published in 1975. "Ralph" was a cute concept and all, but what happens if there are two of them? Sure, I'd learned XXX before ABC (for those of us who grew up digital, literature has never been a corruptive force), but graphic displays of penetration cannotoffer a complete education. I didn't find what I was looking for in the LGBT teen books available to me in my school library, either. The sexuality always felt so sanitary and censored.
When Everything Feels like the Movies is not self-conscious. The sex is written as it's thought in the mind of a fifteen year-old boy. That is to say, it's absolutely filthy! And so real. Because in a youth where a Valentine's "date" is available at the click of your finger, realis exactly 4863 feet away and looking for right now.
He picked me up in his Honda. Okay, so he wasn't marriage material… But he was cute and according to his photos, hung. Who needs roses? Neither of us mentioned it was Valentine's Day. This wasn't about romance.
We drove through a snowstorm to the perimeter of the city (I should have been afraid I was about to be killed in a secluded area, but in my lady-like innocence, all I was worried about was if he'd be offended if I didn't swallow.). Both of our parents were home, so we were just looking for somewhere private. We found it — the inside of a snowbank!
My Valentine was recklessly speeding down an icy side-road when a dog suddenly appeared in the headlights. The Honda swerved out of its path, and crashed into the snow. There was no damage and we weren't hurt, but the front wheels of the car were stuck in the bank. He called a tow-truck, and we listened to the radio while waiting. His fingers tapping the steering wheel to the beat of the music as he glanced over at me…
I may not remember his name. But when I think of him, I think of him as Ralph.
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