A series of posters to reclaim space, and to broadcast local events, which led to a workshop in which the posters were transformed into objects. A graphic project which came to be as a secure space for discussion as well as creative making.

“I remember how sad and hopeless I was when I asked to a high school friend if she was bisexual like me and she burst into laughter and said no. After her, they were no one I could ask to.

I knew I was in the right place when I said that I was non-binary and nobody asked me what that would mean and fucked up with my pronouns.

They remember how screaming their joy and rage in a karaoke was so good. Being so loud and free to be shouldn't be a luxury, shouldn't be rare and so complicated to find. If places and events like this they wouldn't know who they are. They wouldn't know they are queer. They wouldn't love and be as they want and not as they should.

We share the same air. We walk in the same street. We want to talk about sexuality, power, sadness, failure about us in a our complexity. Nobody can do it for us, and it’s not your pink washed porn that is going to help. For that we need a space, a space we can connect to feel our joy and tears, find pleasure after trauma.”