The only man I ever loved had 4 heart attacks this week. He is younger than me. He is British but he is now stranded in Morocco and cannot fly home for an emergency operation without which 7 doctors have told me he will soon die. I am now in Morocco by his bedside. The surgeons will not operate without an upfront payment of £7000. Friends have raised £4000. I am trying to raise the remaining £3000. This page is being published because I don’t know what else to do.

Morocco is no country in which to be ill. I cannot just sit and watch my Youssef die. If you are reading this and are able to negotiate a loan or offer any type of donation PLEASE PLEASE contact me via email tracy@thenakedblondewriter.com

or donate at this link…



Youssef My Beloved

My beloved partner and best friend, Youssef, had 3 heart attacks last weekend and is critically ill… being in Morocco means no NHS and no funds to get the operation he needs… i fly out tomorrow… here in Britain we don’t know how lucky we are…


We are living in tragic times for literature. I just saw this tweet from Jordan Peterson:

I want to cry, instead I shall say, “we have always been at war with Oceania…”


At this rate George Orwell, William Shakespeare and all those genius white male writers will be forgotten an hundred years from now…






Regardez: a stunning painting of my favourite writer, by the very talented Kai Lubbe. Painting was originally posted in the Facebook group for William S. Burroughs.

William Burroughs by Kai Lubbe.jpg

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