This piece of poetic theatre takes place in 2016. I remember the immediate surge of hatred, of walking home from the first pride in Bowling Green, Kentucky and being called the f-slur. And yet I have to say this is a piece of today. About today. I think about the news story about the drag bar and the blackout from earlier this year. The threats and violence against queer people, especially trans and gender nonconforming people, people who perform drag. How infuriating. How great the angry power of hope at the end. We are together. We must be together. Beautiful.
This piece of poetic theatre takes place in 2016. I remember the immediate surge of hatred, of walking home from the first pride in Bowling Green, Kentucky and being called the f-slur. And yet I have to say this is a piece of today. About today. I think about the news story about the drag bar and the blackout from earlier this year. The threats and violence against queer people, especially trans and gender nonconforming people, people who perform drag. How infuriating. How great the angry power of hope at the end. We are together. We must be together. Beautiful.