The writer gives life to a story, the reader keeps it alive.
The prisoners inside the asylum cages, some too weak to stand, others beaten and broken into shells of themselves, can hear whispers that something has changed inside the cells, can hear singing, and rattling of bars, hollers of ‘let us out!’ The cries of freedom, get louder and drown out the darkened despair of lives lost to brutality, to Lord Anderson’s war.
After allowing Heyem to apply her makeup and disguise her alopecia, Alexand took her past sister to Berlin 1926, in the height of the Weimar Republic, to one of her and Katherine’s favourite drag clubs, Damenklub Violetta, led by their dear friend, Lotte Hahm. (If you enjoy these stories, please consider donating to the Drag Defense Fund, a charity supported by the American Civil Liberties Union, fighting the current backlash against LGBTQ+ artists and people, who simply want to live their lives with the same rights as everybody else in this world.) Take me with you, Alexand, for I am dying here.
