Posted by adams |
Sometimes all the lights go out, writes Bonnie Hancell. Like many poets, she shares…
Posted by martha
Kai, can you tell us a bit about what's good about a queer b-movie? What can people expect that's not in a mainstream movie?
What I love about a B-movie…
Posted by martha
By Jess
In order to assess the mess that is the millennial coping strategy, we have to firstly get off that pedastal and admit that we are exactly what we are trying to hide… a fucking mess.
Amongst the mindless scrolling and trolling online,…
Posted by grant
In cinema we can love, but in keeping with society’s structure, this usually comes at a cost greater than; bae’s ex turning out to be your boss at the new job you started… which is a weirdly relatable, if less weighty, scenario in the often-interconnected queer scene. Because of this are we missing out on exploring these heartfelt narratives, and not sharing with the world the full extent of how…
Posted by shiraz
Listen, there aren’t a whole tonne of actual lez idols out there, so picking out the gems is usually A TASK. The Fringe! Lineup though – rife with role models, life lessons, and the kind of guidance for life that any aspiring BAMF could use. Below, sage guidance for how to live your best life, or in my case, rules for how to be a better adult in general:
1. Audre Lorde
Posted by martha
Hey loves! Sadly due to unforeseen problems with Stoke Newington Town Hall we have had to re-house next week's festival hub and activities to ensure our audience's full enjoyment of our events and screenings.
Our new hub venue is an old fave: our beloved Rose Lipman Building! Here's a code to the changes:
Posted by martha
The first time I heard the word squirting it was coming from my cishet friend's mouth, describing a porn video.
For some reason, I've been always included in 'porn talks' by groups of boys despite my consent or not, but I think this is another topic.
I never watched a ‘squirting…
Posted by joseph
I was a naive 8-year-old, sneakily watching taped-off-the-TV video nasties round my friend Paul’s house, in the far outskirts of London at the fag end of the 1980s. That’s when I first lost my mind to the Nightmare on Elm Street series - and its razor-fingered star, Freddy Krueger.
