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Refuse to Be Cut Down to Size.

13th August 2020 My friend Tammy Arjona reposted these words I’d posted on 11th August 2015. I’d forgotten about them. Refuse to be cut...

A Tale of Lockdown Lack of Perspective.

9th July 2020. I've been working on a new album on and off for the last year and a half. During lockdown I've been working solidly on...

Pride 2020.

PRIDE 2020. 28th June 2020. Yesterday, on the recommendation of my friend Miguel I watched a programme called 'Disclosure' on Netflix....

Racism in Arts Education.

15th June 2020. I’ve seen a few statements from arts educational institutions in support of Black Lives Matter. I’m still reading them...

My Real Fake Voice.

18th April 2020. It changes depending on who I’m talking to I change it Even when I try not to There’s my London voice My...

Acting Life and Death in the Time of AIDS.

15th February 2020. I was 'off me’ed' dancing in Strangeways (the Manchester gay club night, not the Manchester prison) and at one point...

'Contemporary Music' Cock.

25th November 2019. Bit of a niche thing this … there’s this funny little sub-culture called ‘Contemporary Music’. It’s part of the...

Going With My Mum To Her Cleaning Job.

21st October 2019. My Mum had various jobs when I was little. The longest one was as a Nursing Assistant on nights (two or three nights a...

Feel The Pain Of The Bad Fit.

3rd October 2019. Don’t make what’s outside of you Shame the inside It’s the greatest victory Of ‘there is no other way’ When we tangle...

Queer Family Values.

23rd August 2019. As queers we are mostly brought up in non-queer families or environments. Hopefully, in some places thas beginning to...

Market Boys.

14th July 2019. I got to about 13 or 14 and there was talk of me getting a Saturday job. My sister Lorraine who was (and still is) a year...

Moving In the Other Direction.

27th July 2018. When you’ve spent your whole life going in the same direction as the majority, it never occurs to you to look, see and...

After Auntie Joan’s Funeral.

28th January 2018. It seems to make sense to start with the image that keeps coming back to me these last few days. We are in the living...