RESIDENTS BY MING DE NASTY

GARY

I identify as queer. Growing up in the 80s and 90s, we saw queer as a way to resist those pre-existing categories which limited our ability to come together under a more inclusive term, but one that also spoke to radical and alternative ways of using our gender and sexuality against the grain. Some of us didn’t fit neatly into what was gay back then, which included your politics as much as gender non-conformity. Queer was like punk. It was an attitude, a body, a style, and still is. I am now 51, still queer, my queer tattoos don’t rub off, and I’m still hoping to shake things up. 

Liverpool got me back into clubbing again after a long hiatus. The queer club, along with the classroom, is where I belong. Liverpool also got me re-engaged with my activism which was also on hiatus. Thanks to some local trans scouse legends, I feel inspired by those younger queers to get back on the streets again and start shouting because they need us generation Q to step up for them like they did for us.  

Queer and Trans are each other’s evil twin, so let’s get plotting the next revolution.