A feral shut-in discovers a disturbing internet porn video of what seems to be herself. A seance of coked-up artists summons unearthly forces in a studio apartment. The staircase of an exurban marketing company descends endlessly beneath the earth. In Aoife Josie Clements' electric, nightmarish, intricately layered novel, the impossibility of goodness crowds in upon two young trans women barely surviving on sex work and zero-hours contracts. Below the familiar evils of capitalism and the bottomless depths of internet culture, a darker horror awaits. What curse follows these women? What are they escaping? What are they running towards?

In 1993, Mirha Soleil-Ross and Xanthra Phillipa MacKay, fed up with a gay scene that rejected trans people and a trans scene that saw no alternative to going 'stealth,' began to publish the zine Gendertrash From Hell. Over four issues, they interviewed sex workers and prisoners; they printed collages, soap operas and polemics; they ran regular sections with titles like 'Trannies Speak Out' and 'Hooker of the Month'. They redefined transsexual culture forever, and their explosive ideas resonate deeply today. Remastered from the original layouts, this foundational work is now available in book form for the first time, including previously-unseen drafts from the unfinished fifth issue and essays by Trish Salah and Leah Tigers. Irreverent, furious, reckless, sexy, hilarious and incisive, Gendertrash from Hell is here to set all your presuppositions on fire.

Agnes can't deal with the coke and the whiskey. Joan's been getting a little success, it's not really working out for her. Sybil's still insane, I saw her last week at the bars, she was screaming at Sara. Maybe actually someone screamed at her when she tried to make fun of Clara for not shaving her eyebrows correctly. It was just before she got hit by that car. Jenny and Joan had to pick her up from Thorek Memorial. Freddie's still Freddie, but I heard her mom showed up at some point. Just on her doorstep. Orla and Kate finally got around to dating. They broke up though. Carolina? Well she got that job with the Sanitation department, and she hasn't really been around since. In this crackling collection of stories, Sloane Murphy shows a beautiful and wrecked scene of young Chicago trans women. With the clairvoyance of Michelle Tea and the precision of Raymond Carver, Shut Up, I Love You, I'll Call You Tomorrow is a conduit of bleary electricity inside a stubborn, still-beating heart.

Tweaking working-class colloquialisms into new forms of elegy and song, Gwen Aube's hilarious and uncompromising poems chronicle a precarious, debaucherous carnival of trailer-trash divas and Discord autistics, living and delighting in survival at the edges of technocapital. Like a digital-age Wanda Coleman, like a transsexual Kevin Killian, like Elizabeth Smart infused with Sybil Lamb, Missed Connections with Tall Girls establishes Aube as a brash and unstoppable singular voice for a monstrous new world.

A feral shut-in discovers a disturbing internet porn video of what seems to be herself. A seance of coked-up artists summons unearthly forces in a studio apartment. The staircase of an exurban marketing company descends endlessly beneath the earth. In Aoife Josie Clements' electric, nightmarish, intricately layered novel, the impossibility of goodness crowds in upon two young trans women barely surviving on sex work and zero-hours contracts. Below the familiar evils of capitalism and the bottomless depths of internet culture, a darker horror awaits. What curse follows these women? What are they escaping? What are they running towards?

In 1993, Mirha Soleil-Ross and Xanthra Phillipa MacKay, fed up with a gay scene that rejected trans people and a trans scene that saw no alternative to going 'stealth,' began to publish the zine Gendertrash From Hell. Over four issues, they interviewed sex workers and prisoners; they printed collages, soap operas and polemics; they ran regular sections with titles like 'Trannies Speak Out' and 'Hooker of the Month'. They redefined transsexual culture forever, and their explosive ideas resonate deeply today. Remastered from the original layouts, this foundational work is now available in book form for the first time, including previously-unseen drafts from the unfinished fifth issue and essays by Trish Salah and Leah Tigers. Irreverent, furious, reckless, sexy, hilarious and incisive, Gendertrash from Hell is here to set all your presuppositions on fire.

Agnes can't deal with the coke and the whiskey. Joan's been getting a little success, it's not really working out for her. Sybil's still insane, I saw her last week at the bars, she was screaming at Sara. Maybe actually someone screamed at her when she tried to make fun of Clara for not shaving her eyebrows correctly. It was just before she got hit by that car. Jenny and Joan had to pick her up from Thorek Memorial. Freddie's still Freddie, but I heard her mom showed up at some point. Just on her doorstep. Orla and Kate finally got around to dating. They broke up though. Carolina? Well she got that job with the Sanitation department, and she hasn't really been around since. In this crackling collection of stories, Sloane Murphy shows a beautiful and wrecked scene of young Chicago trans women. With the clairvoyance of Michelle Tea and the precision of Raymond Carver, Shut Up, I Love You, I'll Call You Tomorrow is a conduit of bleary electricity inside a stubborn, still-beating heart.

Tweaking working-class colloquialisms into new forms of elegy and song, Gwen Aube's hilarious and uncompromising poems chronicle a precarious, debaucherous carnival of trailer-trash divas and Discord autistics, living and delighting in survival at the edges of technocapital. Like a digital-age Wanda Coleman, like a transsexual Kevin Killian, like Elizabeth Smart infused with Sybil Lamb, Missed Connections with Tall Girls establishes Aube as a brash and unstoppable singular voice for a monstrous new world.