Len Lukowski
@lenski666.bsky.social
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Writing / Dogs Bodily Fluids (collection) and The Bare Thing (pamphlet) out with Broken Sleep Books Glasgow/Limbo (He/him) 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🇵🇸
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Outburst Queer Arts Festival 2025 is now open for booking!

Get ur queer theatre, trans poetry workshops, historical opera, food cruising, zines, T*RAI conference & ofc queereoke, Belfast babes.

outburstarts.com/festival/
OUTBURST QUEER ARTS FESTIVAL 2025
Queer Art, Revolutionary imagination
outburstarts.com
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🇧🇪 #BREAKING | Protestors are blocking Belgium's Ministry of Foreign Affairs to condemn the Israeli illegal interception of the Sumud Flotilla 👇
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ayoub.bsky.social
Global Sumud Flotilla is live as Israel threatens to stop them from breaking the starvation siege of Gaza.

A reminder that they are not entering Israeli waters, but Palestinian waters.

Israel intends to violate international law once again.

www.youtube.com/live/uEN2bWF...
24/7 LIVESTREAM OF GLOBAL SUMUD FLOTILLA
YouTube video by Global Sumud Flotilla
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lenski666.bsky.social
Come along to the launch of the online new one and find out what became of me in the wake of twink death
lenski666.bsky.social
New collection is being published tomorrow, hurrah! Here's me launching my first one three and a half years ago when I was still a twink and about to go to Primavera
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Good to see fascists outnumbered in Glasgow once again - and vital context on the hypocrisy of fash organisers outlined in local reporting:

"Watt, who was found guilty of abusing two of his ex-partners in 2018 [...] campaigns against immigration, often raising fears of women's and girls’ safety."
Hundreds gather in city centre for protest and counter-protest
Hundreds of people have gathered in Glasgow city centre to take part in a "far-right-backed" rally and counter protest.
www.glasgowtimes.co.uk
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glassbottommeg.bsky.social
Things were better when computer was in room. Now everywhere is computer. This is bad. Computer should never have escaped room.
yeeeerika.bsky.social
i don't want to hear your most boomer complaint. what's your most millennial complaint?
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soozuk.bsky.social
Omg Charlie Kirk! Wow, I'd hate for this to happen to any other far-right reactionary commentators. Probably best to just ban ALL guns like here in the UK.
lenski666.bsky.social
My book is out at the end of the month! So are all these people's! Join us online on the 30th September and hear us read 😘

www.eventbrite.co.uk/e/broken-sle...
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Israeli arms maker Elbit has reportedly closed its UK branch after persistent protests and shutdowns led by Palestine Action targeting its facilities.
Israeli Arms Maker Reportedly Shuts Down UK Branch After Repeated Protests
Palestine Action has repeatedly targeted Elbit facilities with protests and shutdowns.
truthout.org
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asls.org.uk
“Give us your weird, your queer, your oddball ms’s yearning to breathe free…”

Any & all themes, genres, mashups, mixups, poetry, drama, fiction, non-fiction welcome!
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#WritingCommunity!
Submissions invited to NEW WRITING SCOTLAND 44! We want poetry & prose in English, #Gaelic, & #Scots from writers who are Scottish by residence, birth, or inclination. All successful contributors are paid – deadline 31 Oct!

Submit free via Submittable 👇
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New Writing Scotland publishes works by writers resident in Scotland or Scots by birth, upbringing, or inclination. Prose (fiction and nonfiction); poetry; drama; screenplays; and graphic artwork (mon...
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lenski666.bsky.social
Inshallah they will fuck off forever
lenski666.bsky.social
Thank you so much, Ryan 💖
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PREORDER @lenski666.bsky.social

Len Lukowski’s Bodily Fluids is a charged, unflinching examination of desire, transgression, and the shifting boundaries of selfhood.

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The cover of Bodily Fluids by Len Lukowski features a stark, minimal design: black abstract brushstrokes swirl and collide at the centre of a pale blue background. The title is set in bold black serif text in the top left corner, with the author's name just below in a slightly lighter tone. At the bottom, the publisher’s name, Broken Sleep Books, is subtly included in matching serif type. Olympian


It’s the nineties and I’m sitting on the sofa watching the Olympics 
	with my dad. 

Three muscular, supple men are standing on the podium, flags are 
	waving,
dad is close to crying because his favourite won. 

The man who got gold has his medal presented by his Olympic 
	athlete girlfriend, 
there are whispers he will propose. The girlfriend steps back to 
	give him room. 

As the crowd cheer the Gold holds his trophy up to the sky, turns 
	and bends 
slightly to kiss the man to his right who won the Silver, fully and 
	with tongue. 

The camera pans to the girlfriend’s face which is white with horror. 
The Bronze is joining in now, grabbing the arse of the Gold as he 
	continues to kiss 

the Silver, hands creeping down sweaty jockstraps. I spot you in 
	the crowd
though I have yet to meet you. You take a lighter from your pocket 

and set a flag on fire. The three men dismount from the podium 
	and the Silver 
bites the Gold’s neck, lifting his vest, licking his smooth pec, down 
	to the nipple. 

More flags burn and in the flames I see our friendship played out 
	over time. 
I will live above a pub in the same small city as you, for years we’ll 
	never meet. 

When we finally do, we’ll go to Berlin together, to sex parties in 
	cold squats, 
too shy to get laid. The years will shift again, we’ll both be middle 
	aged, 

cycling from Glasgow to Loch Lomond, my wheels squeaking like 
	a mouse 
splattered repeatedly. The nights between, some good, some 

resulting in hard-edged shame. A group of us huddled on the beach 
	in Brighton 
under cold moonlight, passing a bottle of whiskey between us. You 
	and me waltzing 

beneath a shopping centre in Leeds to a gravelly-voiced woman 
	singing 
about wanting to die. The person in the Stadium who may or may 
	not be 

you drops the burning flag before the flames reach their fingers. 
The whole auditorium is on fire now and the Gold is in a spit roast 
	between the Silver and the Bronze, who are thrusting as only Olympians can thrust, 
	sweat glinting 
on firm chests and I don’t understand what’s happening but I know 
	I want the same.

Dad looks at the TV like the world is ending, but it’s only beginning.