I Am Freddie Boy
A memoir in motion — identity, faith, survival, reclamation.
Where the Book is Now
The memoir is in a quiet, deep-work phase — the kind where chapters shift, language sharpens, and the story decides what it wants to become. I’m revising structure, refining voice, and letting the narrative breathe.
More updates will land here as the next shape reveals itself.
About the memoir
I Am Freddie Boy is what happens when a kid grows up in a fundamentalist pressure cooker where “spare the rod” wasn’t a metaphor and “God’s will” was the excuse for everything adults didn’t want to take responsibility for. It’s the story of learning early that love had conditions, obedience had bruises, and survival meant becoming very small or very clever — sometimes both.
This book walks straight through the mess: the child abuse everyone pretended was “discipline,” the theology that demanded silence, the church that taught fear as a love language, and the long, slow, infuriating process of realizing none of that was holy — it was just control dressed up in scripture.
It’s also about deconstruction, but not the Instagram kind with candles and soft lighting. This is the kind where your whole belief system collapses at 3 a.m., and you’re left sweeping up the shards, wondering who you are without the fear. It’s the kind where you have to rebuild a self from scratch because the one you were given was designed to disappear.
At its core, this is a survival story — not the inspirational poster version, but the real one: the grit, the humor, the dissociation, the stubborn refusal to die, the mythic imagination that kept the kid alive long enough for the adult to show up. It’s the story of a boy who wasn’t supposed to make it and the man who finally decided he wasn’t going to apologize for existing.
About the Author
F.E. Feeley Jr. is a noted author, poet, producer, and unapologetic badass whose work has made him one of the most important queer voices writing today. He lives deep in the American South with his dogs, his stubborn hope, and a long list of institutions he’s still side‑eyeing. When he’s not writing or campaigning for social justice, he can be found howling at the moon like a man who has survived far too much to stay quiet.
Support The Work
If you want to help bring I Am Freddie Boy into the world — the editing, the time, the coffee, the emotional damage repair — you can support the project directly. Think of it as tossing a few coins at a queer bard who survived fundamentalism and lived to tell the tale.