by Chloe - 24 April 2010
There was one more discount ski lift ticket sitting on my bookshelf; one more day of skiing this season. I searched the internet for local outrigger rentals. No luck. I called the National Ability Center. No luck there either. Oh well; perhaps this would be my last day skiing with poles.
Imaginary Boxes continues »
by Cath - 3 May 2009
When I was growing up in the England of the late seventies I had some experiences which made me become sharply aware of the potency of names. First of all, I was a pupil at a rural school which was totally dominated by white, middle class children and I can remember clearly the single child of Afro-Caribbean descent who attended. She got bullied and called a ‘nigger’ and when this culminated in the word being sprayed on a classroom wall the culprits were summarily expelled, although I was never quite certain whether this was for the racism or the graffiti. The unfortunate victim left soon after and I don’t blame her.
Would BIID By Any Other Name Smell As Sweet? continues »
by Ada - 25 March 2009
I’ve told four people about my BIID. My therapist. My sister. My best friend. And one girl friend.
Dinner With A Girl Friend continues »
by Gordo - 22 August 2008
[Note from Sean:] This script was actually taken up by a film maker and I was asked to pull it from the site for copyright reasons. I am glad this will be made.
Wannabe - a BIID screenplay by Gordo continues »
by Sean - 11 February 2007
It pops in my mind out of nowhere, shoving existing thoughts aside and making itself known. How I wish it was different, but it is my reality, day after day, hour after hour, minute after minute, year after bloody year, decades going.
It taints everything it touches continues »