Beschrijving
Since the dawn of time, it seems we’ve been living in the age of the Fuckboy. He’s a deadbeat. He’s a womanizer. He’s selfish. He’s lazy. He benefits from the physical and emotional labor of others (mostly women), doesn’t reciprocate, doesn’t feel shame, and doesn’t ever change. He’s the poster boy for hegemony and cisheteropatriarchy and perpetuates and participates in rape culture. He’s trash. These are poems about him, for those who are enduring and who have survived him.
