FebulousFebruary 2025: Lost and Found

After Party

We were going to have the after party at my place,

We had Queered the Pier, celebrating our opening we told the histories, the pain, the joys, the rebellions against rules you Tory boys made, kowtowing to the Archbitch high priestess of horror and shame, it took a red wimp in waiting to remind you of that which wouldn’t have happened with grandma upstairs in bed. We didn’t see it coming, pernicious and unforgiving, no favours or rescue to be bought just the wall of hearts in honour of our different kind of fallen. Underlying locked in and rule of three locked down. Barely beginning to touch the enormity of our collective losses while some have the power and shame to spare themselves and party while we carry on, we will have our after party at my place, we’ll be recovered and ready despite you.

Janet Jones, Brighton