Found this amongst my bits and pieces of writing and it made me laugh.
When I die I want to be a gay boy.
I want to come back to this earth
through a haze of glitter, drinking
Absolute Vodka and singing Madonna.
I want to wear tiny hot pants and sequins,
get all the best parts in drama school,
experiment with an older boy at scout camp.
and say “dahling” without sounding ridiculous.