I’m a white queer, trans, disabled, campaigner, storyteller, activist, self-taught theatre (trouble) maker.
Seven years ago I began devising street theatre to engage people in the real life effects of arid and unwieldy free trade agreement texts. And since then large servings of inexperience and ambition have led me from one adventure to another.
Under the name Activising for Change I’ve taken work about queerness to theatres, with diversions through austerity, on the way to protest camps. Let’s write poetry about oil pipelines, while chatting odd socks in bookshops, before moving onto battery egg production. Like many in this industry, I do whatever is needed to make a show happen… write the script… build the set… perform… make sure everyone’s eaten breakfast…
I have learnt things both practical, don’t plug a drill into a dimmer switch, and theoretical, the language to articulate what I’m doing, but my core question remains the same:
“Who has access to which spaces, which stories, and which resources?”
‘Cos together we write the world when we share stories and when we start to breathe them we make it true.