We’re just under two weeks away from our May Bloodletting. Join us upstairs @kentst on Thursday the 28th for another evening of storytelling, poetry and prose. There is no theme this month so run wild with what you want to share. As always this is a space made for laying it all on the table; dive into your lust, your heartbreaks, your grief, all your pains and pleasures. To bloodlet is to purge and we’re here to dress the wound.
Kent St will be slinging their usual cheap booze downstairs and have their mulled wine back to keep you warm. We’re given this space for free every month to champion uncensored Queer writing and spoken word. Bloodletting wouldn’t be possible without @kentst and their unending support so grab a drink, tip your bartender and come upstairs and indulge in a hot line up of talent.
Keen to read? Shoot me a message and we’ll slide you into the line up. The open mic portion of the evening will only happen if there’s space, so get in quick to secure a spot. Doors at 7pm, readings from 7:30 x
oh my goddddd at the end of every day it’s you and that is the best gift I’ve ever been given!!!! happy birthday crumb, you’re my family, my mirror, my guiding light and getting to stumble through life with our arms interlocked is the best defintion of home I could ask for. I’m so so lucky to have you in my corner and I’m so much stronger for it. there’s no me without you and I wouldn’t be here without your love!!! I’d die for you!!!!!
little snippet for a shitty day. it’s funny how strongly these days can tether you to your grief, how much they remind you of what’s gone. still thinking of you every day ma, still trying to write my way back to you, to bring you back to me. miss you. wish I could call.
it’s bloodletting day girls and we’re celebrating queer joy and pleasure!!! 7pm onwards @kentst with our usual line up of hot queer talent xxx we’re being joyful tonight bitch!!!! if god is the dj, life is the dancefloor XxX
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@dyke.hand.book opens tonight at @unassigned_gallery ❤️‍🔥 join us again on the 25th for a night of Queer storytelling and to bask in the incredible exhibit @the.queer.gaze has curated and captured
the hard part of the queer ticket is what you leave behind to find yourself. I think in the jump to figure out my own shit I left behind an orchestra of people that moulded me into everything I wanted to be. the hardest part of fleeing family for safety and growth is forgetting the parts of them that are the bedrock of your being. I am moulded by the survival my sister and I forged, so shaped by the protection we had to find together but I forget to honour it, fled to find me but forgot you were the only mirror I needed. every part of family I’ve shunned or turned my back on, you’ve taken and turned into the most beautiful reminder of who we are. I burn but you commemorate, filtering in ways I’ll never be able to and sifting out the parts worth saving and re-configuring them into something sacred. any ounce of strength i mustered as a child was done so by having you behind me. there’s no me without you - i know with every ounce of my being I wouldn’t be here if you weren’t there with me. I left to find my strength without realising my strength was you, my survival was always you. when I’m lost now I get to find what I miss in the person you’ve become, in how you love and fill in the gaps of what we wanted, what we needed and what we deserved. I don’t think I’ll ever feel prouder to know someone than I do when I think of you and how you’ve taken the ugly and turned it into something so beautiful. thank you for always making me want to be better, thank you for keeping me here @jessbickmoree
