Faggot, Fruit, Nancy, Pansy, Mary, Fairy, Flamer and Butt Pirate. An obvious target — camp, girly, never quite on point — the taunting started early; well before I was old enough to have had my first inexplicably thrilling yet profoundly confusing day dream about Magnum P.I. and his hairy chest.
For nearly a decade I worked within the Edinburgh Festival Fringe Society, supporting -an incredible range of participants, from novice companies to international artists of reputation. In that time, I chaired approximately 80 panel discussions about how to take part in the Fringe, and without exception three core ‘rules’ were raised in every discussion.