My friend Laura Blake has released the trailer for her brand new podcast, Popping Out, a podcast that shares the stories of unseen members of the LGBTQ+ community who are not publicly out in anonymous interviews.
I composed the music for the podcast and I’m really excited for it to launch, so make sure to subscribe and check it out in the future.
If you’d like to feature on the show for a completely anonymous interview, please feel free to get in touch with the show.
I was a fool to think this would end any other way.
I made it an hour before I was spotted. They descended. It felt like the whole world was under her spell, and there she was, striding out from the horde towards me, as they grabbed at me, pulling me to the ground. She wore a sinister smile, and I knew it was all over.
“We let you run.” She smirked, her eyes descending and all seeking to enjoy my fear. “Your hope was good for my baby.” She knelt beside me, laughing as I struggled and placed our hands on my stomach, sending blinding pain through my whole body. “Finally cooked.”
They surrounded me. So many eyes. So many teeth. The pain began to fade in and out as the world blurred and all I could hear was the constant snapping of their jaws.
When I woke up, blood stained the streets. I wasn’t sure what was mine and what belonged to my…
The baby was gone. The people were gone. I saw a few in the distance, shuffling around, like nothing had happened.
I can’t go on. I’m just laying in the street. The whole world seems to carry on, as if nothing happened. They’re sick. They’re all sick.
There is this loss within me. This hole where my heart used to be. It’s still beating, and the blood is still pumping, but I may as well be dead.
I have escaped! I’m somewhere in the grounds of the hospital (can’t say where…) and trying to figure out where to go next.
Nowhere feels safe. The baby is kicking the hell out of me. I just feel like crying but I don’t have the time. I’ve stopped for a second just to catch my breath and gather my thoughts.
Everyone I see is dead behind the eyes.
I managed to get out by fighting. It was like nothing I’ve ever done before. They were taking me down to the theatre and I’d been struggling with the straps for hours, finally being able to fray one until it snapped. Quick as a flash, I managed to undo the other one and I just began kicking and hitting everything I saw.
They all had eyes like Lily, drooping down their faces, blinking and glaring, but I just hit out at everything, ignoring the pain and just praying for my baby. I barely made it out, scrapping and running, until I finally saw the outside.
I have been at the hospital all day. I woke up here and I don’t know how. They’ve strapped me to this bed like an animal. It doesn’t matter how much I scream or shout, everybody who comes on just smiles and tells me it’s for the best.
My wife has been sat by my bed since I woke up, but she changes the subject every time I ask her what’s going on. Nobody will listen to me. Nobody will explain. I know that it’s her.
They said that the baby is in danger. That’s all everyone says. They’re doing a Caesarean because the baby is in danger. Nobody will tell me why. Nobody will tell me what changed between now and yesterday. I am strapped to this bed with no information, no answers, no choice.
Lily is just standing at the door, staring. Her mouth is wide open, she’s salivating. Everybody walks past like they can’t see, and time seems to go so slowly.