Performing a selection of poetry & participating in Pride in the Park’s spoken word tent. With discussions on women’s rights, mental health and LGBT issues.
I’ve been featured in QX Magazine, which also shows off Camp Confidential – read the full article here: http://www.qxmagazine.com/2017/06/hang-lgbt-poet-laureate-camp-confidential/
Tickets for Camp Confidential are still on sale! Buy them on Eventbrite.
It’s the festive season, Hip hip hooray!
Now’s a good time to be happy and Gay
This time of year can be lonely and cold
So get out those glad-rags, be daring. Be bold.
Try a new lipstick, buy a sprig of mistletoe
Tune into the season, its ringing Go Gay Go!
Dry clean that jacket. Put on that bow tie
If you feel like snogging, don’t think why?
Christmas time can be stressful and fraught
Overspending, overeating, doing what you ought
So relax and smile a little, look around you, it’s free.
Enjoy the many pleasures of our Community
Be kind, be nice, it is the seasonal mission
Spread love and goodwill, I give you my permission
Just one more thing to say before I go
I wish you a Merry Xmas, with lots of Yo, Ho, Ho!
Who cares that they hate us
Out there, on the street.
Here we have a place,
We can secretly meet.
We can dress how we like,
Just relax and enjoy
Without fear or shame,
Be a girl or a boy.
We adopt new names,
Play gender games
Love outside the Law
At the Caravan Club.
It has to be said
I feel quite Queer
I wonder if its because
Lady D. is sitting near.
I wouldn’t say no,
Shouldn’t like to miss
An opportunity if it arose
And, she offered me a kiss
I’m feeling, oh so Queer!
On a cushion I shall lie
Perhaps she might come over
And we’ll kiss & coo & sigh.
I love it here,
It’s naughty, safe & fun.
We can be ourselves
No need to hide or run.
At The Caravan Club.
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