By Annie Ring. Davies’ show robs Jill of ambivalence in a way that made me wonder how we can avoid our queer kinship relationships being complicit with neoliberal reductions of the state. Thinking through ambivalence, as I do below with reference to Roszika Parker’s feminist psychoanalysis, can help us by contrast to build more critical kinship for viral times.
By Elhum Shakerifar
Haratischvili’s abiity to draw connection and perspective is part of the joy of her writing… The question of hot chocolate is a thread that runs throughout the novel, and so I recommend you invest in something truly special to accompany your reading.
By Hannah Hutchings-Georgiou. One of my favourite images from Tara Fatehi Irani’s book, Mishandled Archive, is of a bride seated on the floor. She is very still, very quiet, but her eyes speak… She is gazing at her past; she is gazing at her future, at a future waiting, watching, approaching, soon to replace this moment.
By Jenny Chamarette I don’t think it’s a coincidence that It Takes Blood And Guts and The Forty-Year-Old Version have stuck with me while I experience my own mid-life inertia, as I reflect on the unseen power of my adolescent voice and look to rebuild my own creativity. And it makes sense to me to seek out the wisdom of Black women musicians and artists to do that.
By Frances Morgan. Small actions are The Assistant’s action. They’re mostly actions that will have to be done again and again, like cleaning, calling, copying, carrying; sorting things out.
Jenny Clarke Listening to Lizzie Borden and Jessie Rovinelli talk So Pretty, Working Girls, and Beyond This Culture Club entry …
By Reba Martin Courtney Barnett’s Sometimes I Sit and Think, Sometimes I Just Sit is available on Spotify, Youtube and …
Casa Nem is an occupied house where LGBT people, mainly sex working trans women of colour, can stay and live together. Indianara is the founder. The film is full of shots of the girls hanging out at Casa Nem or Indianara’s place: in a pool, dancing tits out, getting ready or whatever. It’s so rare to see trans women lounging around together and having fun on screen.
It was here that I discovered Sofia Coppola, here that I learned of the Lisbon sisters and their tragic fates, here that I felt the first stirs of recognition. Five young girls, entombed in suburbia, with no way out.
My friend warned me when she got me the book. I kept it on a table for two weeks before I picked it up. Five days so that if it had traces of Covid on it, it would die. Nine days to gather the courage. The book she was talking about is Carmen Maria Machado’s In the Dream House.