Queer people have long been forced into corners — and closets — on account of who we are, and for refusing to integrate into heteronormative society. Since shared experience is one of the fastest-sealing adhesives for any group identity, marginalisation and stigma often bring queer people together to raise a lacquer-nailed middle finger to their oppressors.
That lacquered nail will be on full display come Saturday, May 15th, at 19:00 GMT, as Leamington Spa-born drag queen Margo Marshall takes the stage at the fabled Glory gay bar and LGBTQ+ performance venue in London — with their livestream show Red Chipped…
Keeping one’s head above water has proven to be a significant challenge over the past year, even when just looking out for oneself. Trying to keep an entire business afloat, however, is a whole other matter with the livelihood of your team on the line as much as your own. With so many restaurants, bars, clubs, theatres, and performance spaces closed for business, countless artists have found themselves out of work and kept apart from their greatest passions in life.
One such business has been Berlin-based company Book a Street Artist, which discovers fresh artistic talent within the German capital…
As the world’s leading publisher of economic and political journalism, Financial Times is fundamentally a global entity. Every headline is the product of a reporting network that spans every continent, collecting insights from a diverse range of sources.
If each interviewee can be seen as threads within the tapestry of news, then it stands to reason that Financial Times is the sewing needle. Each issue represents thousands of disparate threads, untwisted and smoothly woven together, offering an impression of the whole story. Countless backgrounds, beliefs, perspectives, and points of view are represented by that tapestry.
There exists within Financial Times…
The loudest voices and strongest changemakers often emerge from the sidelines. In their efforts to be recognised and represented, and by dint of their diminished population, minority groups are required to surmount far greater hardships than most.
After all, the modern LGBTQ+ movement can trace its roots back to a room full of society’s outsiders who, over fifty years ago, emerged from the Stonewall Inn and took to the streets simply to have their voices heard.
Those battle cries for equality have echoed through the decades and are now reverberating in some unexpected arenas: the world of cryptocurrency. Given its…
For Bromley-born comedian Tom Allen, the fantasy world inside his head was always much more appealing place than the suburban “middle place” where he grew up. While Cool Brittania ruled the airwaves, Tom spent much of the mid-90s buried in his diaries and the celluloid dreamscape of Fred Astaire movies and Mary Poppins. This love of theatricality is perhaps what led to his somewhat audacious taste in clothing as a child.
A memorable anecdote in Tom’s new memoir, No Shame, sees him dress in Victorian clothing to draw attention away from the fact he was gay. …
WHETHER ON THE EDITING SOFTWARE OF A HOME STUDIO OR IN FRONT OF A 90-PIECE ORCHESTRA, the magic of making music always begins inside somebody’s head. From the rattling of a few chords on a piano, or the tunes hummed aloud in the shower, it is often the most unassuming sparks of an idea that can suddenly become the lightning bolts of a Eureka! moment.
Inspiration is a mysterious and beautiful thing, and few are more enchanted by its vivacious nature than Australian composer David Hirschfelder. …
Tomorrow sees the end,
Tomorrow we call time;
The siege is as its close, and now we draw the line.
Four long years of fear, an eternal term of hate,
— Was it really all that Great? —
We see a clearer view and a fresher start,
As the tyrant leaves,
As the bigot flees.
A man who tore apart a nation,
Who pissed upon his flag;
Who invoked such malice
With a wave of tiny hands. …
AT THE AGE OF EIGHT, I WAS MOVED TO ENGLAND WITH MY MUM, my older brother, and my British stepdad. It is where I have now lived for over fifteen years, but I often return to Australia for long holidays, and, between September 2015 and May 2016, I undertook a gap year in Australia. It remains the last time I have been home again, as I was due to relocate last year but COVID, of course, had other ideas. Australia remains an objective, nevertheless, and I am determined to come home.
WHAT IS THIS LIFE OF OURS? Where does it lead — ?
Where it goes we cannot say,
All we know, all we care to think about
Are the pathways of the day:
The sun rises, falls; shines, declines.
It is up to us whether we burn or glow;
Do we embrace the heat of this source,
or do we remain unsure and flow
With the tides of the world
And the words that pass
O’er our heads and through our eyes?
It is hard to say: I cannot tell you, I’m afraid.
The current is fast, the waters too…
AS MY BROTHER’S GIRLFRIEND,
I didn’t quite expect
To get to know you much
Or do little more than text;
But, I’m pleased to say,
We’ve since shared more than one foray
Into the sunny wilderness,
And out into the day.
Bowling games and Southbank dawdles,
Sharing words as bright as baubles,
Everything you say to me
Has its own
Sort of electricity.
You really do
But, saying that,
In my view,
It brings no shortage of
Upon you I can rely
To bring a smile,
Without question of how or why:
It’s simply who you are,
And it’s who…