Unwanted gazes. Being followed. Blocking my pathway. Honking and pulling up on the pavement to tell me what you'd like to
High heels, love them, hate them - but I'm sure we can all agree they're not the most comfortable of shoes to wear. A quick
Apparently men are only allowed to purchase things packaged in gun-metal grey, black or the ol' favourite colour combo of orange and blue. But there was a time where pink was the colour to denote you'd had a baby boy and there was also a time where wearing skirt-like robes was very much a manly pastime.
Anyone who's anyone has probably seen a drag queen show. But how many people can say they've seen a drag king performance? Why aren't the kings as prevalent as queens in the media and even on the scene?
In spite of Trump's lack of political experience, by virtue of being a woman Clinton's positioning as a presidential candidate was much more precarious. Gender is a fundamental organising element and this has been starkly illuminated in this presidential election.
"Let's Ditch the Labels": The Up-To-Date Resonances of the 150-Year-Old Cross-Dressed Inspiration Behind My New Theatre Piece
Nowadays, of course, we'd all want to know if Stella was "really" trans rather than drag; we, in our way, are just as keen to categorise anyone who strays outside of their allotted gender role as the Victorians were. Stella's mother told the gentlemen of the jury about how the school-age Ernest liked to dress up as the family chambermaid...
I'd like to see women wear their fur like a medal of honour, a dark and tangled mess that symbolises the years she's had and the experiences she got out of them. Womanhood is glorious, it's natural, and it's very hairy.
Do I believe everyone has the right to take their life? I think I probably do, but we're looking at this from the wrong end. What's unacceptable is that thousands of people reach a point where they feel that the physical or emotional pain they're suffering is so great that a painful death is better than a painful life, that they have no other option but to end it.
Are lesbians hidden from view in political fiction as much as it seems? Or have I just not been looking in the right places? It's interesting that if the paucity of lesbians is more than a reflection of my own inadequate research they are an exception to a general rule...
The title of the play gives it away. Blurred Lines at The Shed is a sharp, punchy look at gender politics in Britain today. It's a bright, exciting production that combines spoken word and music, but its claim to "dissect what it means to be a woman today" is highly questionable.