‘The manosphere is dead and no one cares about Andrew Tate any more’: the poet taking on toxic masculinity

O n a cold night in east London, 21-year-old performance poet Sam Browne is telling a packed room of strangers about his second bout of psychosis. “I was in Morocco at 18, completely alone, and I started to feel that things weren’t real,” he says. “It got so bad that one day I turned to a random per...

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