Vivid stories of hard-partying Chicago trans women in the 2020s--right here, right now "Sloane Murphy shows why fun is fun, honesty hurts, and friendships are heartbreak." --Alice Stoehr, author of Again, Harder 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.