“Welcome Party”|MONOLOGUES MARCH

“Welcome Party” – Written by Sammy Dean Monroe and Performed by Padraic Riddle as part of Queerativity’s Monologues March.

Queerativity’s Monologues March involves showcasing a number of LGBTQ+ Monologues throughout March. Would you like to be involved? Email [email protected]

“Prayer of Serenity”|MONOLOGUES MARCH

“Prayer of Serenity”, Written by Rebecca Hogan and performed by Ellisha O’Donnell as part of Queerativity’s Monologues March.

Queerativity’s Monologues March involves showcasing a number of LGBTQ+ Monologues throughout March. Would you like to be involved? Email [email protected]

fat 43-year-old seeking a sugardaddy |Monologues March

“Fat 43 year old seeking a sugar daddy”, written and performed by Matt Cogswell as part of Queerativity’s Monologues March.

Queerativity’s Monologues March involves showcasing a number of LGBTQ+ Monologues throughout March. Would you like to be involved? Email [email protected]

“This is Not a Touch Exhibit”|Monologues March

“This is Not a Touch Exhibit” – Written by Scott C. Sickles and performed by John Fico as part of Queerativity’s Monologues March.

Queerativity’s Monologues March involves showcasing a number of LGBTQ+ Monologues throughout March. Would you like to be involved? Email [email protected]

This is an open letter to the gay guys who grab my boobs when they’re drunk|Monologues March

“This is an open letter to the gay guys who grab my boobs when they’re drunk” – Written by Emily Powers and performed by Ellis Busby as part of Queerativity’s Monologues March.

Queerativity’s Monologues March involves showcasing a number of LGBTQ+ Monologues throughout March. Would you like to be involved? Email [email protected]

A Queerativity Tale Chapter two


Sophie would wonder later, whenever she tried to reflect on what they’d both seen that day, why she hadn’t felt more shell-shocked. People would swap horror stories with a bizarre air of pride, conjuring images of falling to their knees, falling on the floor, elderly parents seizing their arm in unadulterated terror. Overall, the kind of trauma a therapist would have a field day with, if the concept of therapy hadn’t been rendered pretty much impossible. But Sophie had only been conscious of a feeling of pure dread, seeping its way into her bones.

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