Thoughts about my 29 year old nephew who died through an accident. Although it was an accident there was a way in which he was headed towards some disaster. A recklessness that spoke of his having got lost in his life. What that means is that he was hard to keep near you. He insisted when he stood on a nail, that left the nasty gash that he was fine and didn't need the dettol I was dabbing on. Care of course was exactly what he couldn't allow. #uncle #queerperspectives #queerpositions #mentalhealth #youngmen #writing #thinking #pain #grief #art
