#new queers

[createdgay]

Happy New Year!

[meeklefrog]

in honor of 20gayteen ending and 20biteen beginning, i propose the petition to call New Years, New Queers

[createdgay]

Happy New Year!

[xavierdesousaofficial]

NEW QUEERS ON THE BLOCK

New Queers on the Block is the Marlborough Productions’ artist and community development programme.

Throughout the pandemic, we commissioned and supported the following projects:

COMMUCRACY NOW!  a short film and manifesto by Oozing Gloop

Stomach Full a new zine by Rachael Young

Now in its fourth year, New Queers on the Block proposes a bold new vision for how LGBTQIA+ culture is supported across England. Bringing together arts partners in Bradford, Blackpool, Hastings, Folkestone and Brighton.

For our next phase, we will be commissioning performance artists to embark on a 6-month development period with, crucially, no expectation to deliver a show or other fixed outcome at the end. In addition to financial support, commissioned artists will benefit from residency space, mentoring, access support, and professional guidance in producing, marketing and community engagement from Marlborough Productions and its national partners.

Since New Queers on the Block was established in 2018, the initiative has supported the artistic development of a number of innovative and exciting LGBTQIA+  performers. The project has developed, produced and toured new performances from Oozing Gloop, Malik Nashad Sharpe, Rachael Young, Harry Clayton-Wright, mandla rae, Subira Joy, Jackie Hagan and many more - working across live art, theatre, dance, cabaret, film, spoken word and visual art. 

The New Queers on the Block Team Xavier de Sousa: Creative Producer Tarik Elmoutawakil: Artistic Director Rasheed Rahman: Marketing Manager Lee Smith: Producer David Sheppeard: Executive Producer

Art B&B and LeftCoast in Blackpool, Bradford Producing Hub and Theatre in the Mill in Bradford, Attenborough Centre for the Creative Arts in Brighton, ]performance s p a c e[ and Creative Folkestone in Folkestone; Home Live Art in Hastings, Cambridge Junction in Cambridge and Unlimited. New Queers on the Block is funded by Arts Council England and Esmée Fairbairn Foundation.

[thescurfofworse]

last night, in dream world...

i was at this music festival i guess? but it was very small. everything was very small. there was a tiny tiny stage on which the person performing could only juuust fit and there were only five or six of us all seated piled together in the little yard thing. tiny wee fences surrounded us. it was adorable and strange but we all thought nothing of it. there was a babe there, a "new queer" babe. you know. definitely queer, definitely unfamiliar to all known groups. she sat next to me and had a nice nice voice and we got to talking and we kissed nice and slow and subtle so the other four people crammed into the show wouldn't notice. my nemesis was there and started flirting loudly and obnoxiously with New Queer over top of everyone, which is exactly totally what he would do. i felt absolutely confident, however, that New Queer thought i was the bomb.

so then the three of us (me, New Queer, and nemesis) were walking along bloor street near christie pits. nemesis is still chattering at New Queer, and i am walking slightly ahead, giving no fucks. then all of a sudden there are all these stands, like athletic-style seating, you know what i mean? and above them there are these row houses. and you kind of walk up to the stands and jump up a bit and pull the row houses down over the stands like those white nylon-y blinds that you have to kind of settle just right or they fly back up. so i pull the row houses down that way and me and New Queer go in and there is this very sweaty smelling living room with grey couches that have those very eighties faux paint splash patterns on them. we walk through there and then we are in a very sunny back patio space that looks exactly like you would expect folded up stands to look like.

the folded up stands take up all the landscape - it's amazing. there is a picnic table and some kingston friends are sitting around it and bbqing stuff. New Queer has disappeared, but out of the corner of my eye, climbing the stands at the edge of the block, I see a red panda. there is a brief argument about "no actually it's a cat" and i'm fairly fucking certain it's a red panda but i'm not going to scuffle with these folks because the one of them is the kingston friend that is very good at sounding absolutely certain of her correctness in any given situation. and also i mean how absurd would it be for a red panda to be there. but i mean... i'm sure it IS a red panda, it just doesn't make any sense. then it turns up closer to us, like it's gone between the slats all the way along and just appeared beside us. it is definitely a red panda and it has those styrofoam packing peanuts stuck to its tail. it comes right up to us and rolls around looking adorable but we all agree we shouldn't touch it. but i follow it awhile until we are both out of sight of the kingston friends and gingerly pick the packing peanuts off it.

then i am having this discussion in a hot dark room about what had just happened, and nobody believes me. they believe the red panda thing but not the packing peanuts thing. people are passing around lines of coke and this guy with ratty long blonde hair is flirting with me. i joke about taking his coke but not his cock and everybody laughs amicably and New Queer is there again and we make knowing eyes at each other across the room.

then the living room turns into my kitchen here but the floors are bouncy and i start talking very practically about how this is certainly better for everyone's knees. then i wake up.