Conversations After Sex
You remind me of someone though. I mean you’re not like him. Not physically like him. Nowhere near. But there’s something there. your voice or how you hold yourself. Your hands.
In a series of unexpected and unguarded conversations after anonymous sexual encounters, a woman discovers men with the same deep need to communicate and connect in the lonely atomised city.
‘A portrayal of grief that is unforgettable in its rawness’ – Guardian
This is just this. It isn’t real. It’s money.
In a guesthouse in Dublin’s north inner city, a vulnerable and confused young rent boy sits with a middle-aged client. It’s not the first time they’ve met, but today the older man has blood on his shirt. A lot has happened since they were last together.
‘It closes around your heart like a fist’ – The Irish Times