Dolly Mixtures Musebox

"Names, obviously. Batty boy, like they knew. Posh boy, homo. White kids had their own words for me of course."

It feels easier for him to describe than he thought it would - he hasn't talked about it with many people, but he has faced it.

"Spat on me, made me eat cigarette butts - fag ends, get it? - and wet toilet paper. Punching, kicking. Pissed on me a few times."

He stops his list in order to hand Xie the conditioner bottle for the next round.

"Too Black for the white kids, too everything else for the Black ones. That's how I learned to live between worlds."