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WOMEN & AIDS (World Aids Day Vigil 2018)

We are the hands that rocked the cradle,

Administered to the needs of those affected.

Comforted the shocked and confused,

Nursed the sick and dying.

 

Women and AIDS go hand in hand.

 

We were infected by husbands and lovers,

By a half forgotten one night stand.

By a not forgotten rapist.

By people, who didn’t know they had it.

 

Our babies were born with AIDS.

 

Because we had a blood transfusion,

Or were registered hemophiliacs.

Because we were ignorant and careless,

Or junkies, desperate for a fix.

 

Women are 52 percent of those who survived

 

Remember those women who lost their lives

Celebrate those that survive.

The mothers. Sisters. Aunties. Friends,

Who now stand, hand in hand, with the men.

HIV/AIDS

Performed at Celebrate, Commemorate, Cabaret 


The name strikes dread into our heart,

We know what its impact can be.

We’ve seen the worst and best of it,

Its devastation of our community.

 

In the hedonistic excess of the 80’s,

We saw our playmates falter and fall.

Their fluids turned into Hades River,

Some swept away. Some, not at all.

 

The randomness, of the infection.

The suspicion, ignorance and fear.

Our family, friends and lovers blamed

Just because, they were Queer.

 

Investment in medical research

Stopped this killer in its tracks.

The afflicted now can live a life,

Improved by treatment and facts.

 

We honour our brothers and sisters,

Who didn’t survive that fight.

We salute and support the survivors

Whose life turned out alright.

 

Let us celebrate our lives today,

And those, whose lives are past.

Embrace our loving community

May it prosper, flourish and last

The Way We Were

Performing ‘The Way We Were’ at the British Library launch of the Gay UK Exhibition

Newly arrived in London

Seeking fame, fortune, friendship…

And the kind of sex we couldn’t find

In our small towns and villages.

 

We were ravenous.

Wanted to grab life by the throat,

Or, fall in and be overwhelmed by it.

Grow into ourselves.

 

We were gagging for it.

Brimming with fear and excitement.

Impatient for a brand new life,

Of our own making.

 

We took courses.

Loitered in clubs, pubs and places,

Hoping to meet a bona-fida homosexual

Or become one.

 

We marched together

On streets paved with hope and wonder

Held hands at Greenham – shouted

Made love as much as possible.

 

The way we were

We thought would never change or end

Now the way we are today

Will tomorrow’s history amend

An Odd Couple

Written and performed for my show, ‘Love, Lust and Loathing in the Bloomsbury Literati’, during the Bloomsbury Festival


Lytton and Virginia were literary lions.

They prowled around the Bloomsbury Set,

Vetting interlopers that they met,

Pronouncing them suitable…or maybe not yet.

 

Their writing set the world aflame.

Their Bohemian lifestyle banished shame.

They tipped convention on its head,

For a new life order…or so they said.

 

Who would have thought, that he and she,

Would strike up a friendship so immediately.

A connection that lasted the whole of their life

Closer than lover, husband or wife.

 

He tall and thin, wracked with crippling fear,

Terrified of intimacy…

Yet desperate to be near.

 

She of similar stature, tormented by self-doubt,

Wanting to be uninhibited…

Struggling to let it out.

 

Both driven by ambition and desire to be rich.

Both liked to gossip, ruminate and bitch,

Suffer romantic torment and unrequited love.

As long-suffering partners strove to rise above.

 

A monumental relationship,

Based on values both held dear.

A very English friendship,

Eccentric and Queer.

50th Anniversary of the Decriminalisation of Homosexuality

There is danger in dark places

For men like us, there are no spaces

Where we can be proud, where we can be free

Where I can love you and you, can love me

 

We know how great the risk would be

We’d be ostracized by society

Our lives & careers would be ruined of course

By blackmail, prosecution, threats or force

 

Because of that we play the game

Of love that dare not speak its name

My problem is when I hear your voice

My spirit doth lift and my heart rejoice

 

My flesh is weak, but my spirit strong

I know in my heart it is not wrong

For man to love man, and boy to love boy

To share love and respect, happiness and joy