Queer After Everything is a place made of the lives we carry with us — the ones we lived, the ones we lost, the ones we’re still learning how to inhabit. It’s a project about queer lineage and the quiet, persistent ways it threads itself through memory, domestic ritual, performance, and the ordinary days that accumulate into a life.
I write from the Netherlands now, though London shaped me, and the theatre shaped me before that. I spent years on stages and in rehearsal rooms, learning how bodies hold stories and how stories hold us in return. I write, too, with the presence of the people who made me: the elders, the lovers, the friends who taught me how to live a queer life with a sense of inheritance rather than apology. Some of them are gone now. Their echoes remain.
This site is where I gather the things that endure: essays, fragments, small domestic scenes, the odd bit of camp mischief, the long shadow of history, the gold thread of craft. It’s a slow, deliberate space — a place for readers who prefer to linger rather than scroll.
If you stay awhile, you’ll find pieces about performance and memory, about queer domesticity, about the rituals that make a life feel lived. You’ll find the ghosts who walk with me, and the ways I’ve learned to walk with them.
This is the archive, the hearth, the ongoing conversation. You’re welcome to join me.
I’ve decided not to argue.
Queer After Everything 