Tuesday, 23 February 2010

My life in three acts

I went to see the rather marvellous life story of Bette Bourne the other day at the Soho theatre. It was a moving and amusing slice of living history that is usually hidden in the LGBT world.

Although it was slightly scripted - a re-enactment of a conversation between Bette and Mark Ravenhill - it was still pretty amazing.

I could have listened to Bette talk for hours. It made me wonder why we never get to hear from the older LGBT crowd. If you listen to Bette's story it make's you realise that many of his peers probably never made it that far.

I think we should listen more to wonderful people like Bette and learn from the tales they have to tell.

Lesson number 1: If someone picks you up in Soho, takes you back to their flat, and tells you they are not queer, they are probably lying. As Bette said, 'turned out he was very queer indeed!' LOL

Thursday, 4 February 2010

Middle aged minge but still hot!

How rude! I saw the lovely and liberated Ursula Martinez last night. She did a show at the Barbican, telling short stories from her life, and then recounting emails she recieved after a copy of her Hanky Panky magic show appeared on the internet a few years ago.

For those who haven't seen it, this is the clip she showed us

The emails she read out were hilarious and accompanied by photos of sad looking middle-aged American men, nudists who wanted to use her as a poster girl to champion their cause, or those who just wanted to do something else to her.

I enjoyed both halves of the show but I really could have just listened to her telling the snippets of stories from her life all night, especially as she is from the same 'manor' as me.

Oh, and she did get naked at the end!

Wednesday, 3 February 2010

Wotever Winter Ball

I got dressed up in a lovely 80s style frock to go to Wotever's great winter ball on Saturday. The venue was a throwback to a bygone era, and was decorated like the prom I never had (lunch time school discos aren't quite the same I feel).

The music was great cheesy 80s, the dance card with the slow dance power ballads was inspired and the table of cupcakes had to be seen  - and tasted to be believed.

There was a prom photographer, a kissing booth and at midnight we got two rather saucy bedtime stories from writers Shaun Levin and Helen Sandler.

My prom photo on the left.