Wednesday, 27 November 2013


Our LAST event of the year will take place on December 30 at XXX Gallery!

Time: 8pm
Entrance: Free (ding ding ding!)
Address: B/F, 353-363 Des Voeux Road West, Sai Wan
(between Whitty St and Hill Rd, eight mins walking west from Sheung Wan)
Theme: Blessing & Curse (duh)
Other details: Just bring your lovely selves and some money to imbibe alcohol.

Thursday, 14 November 2013

What I Love About by E. P. Henderson

Read by Saffron Chan


I love how they're smart and dumb at the same time. Like they can program the remote but they can't think of a good gift for a buddy they've known for seventeen years.

I love how they're vain and too vain to show it. You yawn into a strange bathroom one morning and while you're rummaging for the dental floss you disturb a bottle of Rogaine or Just For Men hiding at the back. Bathroom cabinets are the custodians of profound secrets – just investigate the host's at the next dinner party you go to.

Medicines and cosmetics will tell you all you need to know about people, and more. Health and beauty – the two things money can't yet buy. Who knew that glamorous cougar wore dentures? Who knew the guy you just fucked has erectile dysfunction? When he detoured to the bathroom on the way to bed you thought he was brushing his teeth for you. Little did you know he was necking a few blue pills.

Honey-Hued Eyes by Zarina Zabrisky

Read by Sin Gwamanda

When I was sixteen I was still a virgin.

That was because, first of all, I was in love with the boy who didn't know me. He couldn't know because he left for the army before I had guts to say hi. At that time all boys in the Soviet Union had to serve in the army at eighteen. For three years.

Second of all, I dated a girl from my college. I dated her because the boy was away. We only had girls at our college, anyway. All boys served in the army. In Afghanistan and other places. Homosexuality was illegal in the Soviet Union, but that was what they called love between men. Men were put in prison for love.

Love between women did not exist. We never told anyone we were in love. We did not know how to do anything in bed because there were no books, no movies, or anything like that. We kind of invented stuff. We invented a lot of things, tampons, for example, as all that was available in drugstores was loose cotton wool and it was not always available.

So I was still a virgin and it was a problem.

Blackwork and Flash by Marshall Moore

Read by Hin Leung

No one can say I wasn’t careful... at least where the lasers were concerned. Researching them felt like going back to school  physics class, to be exact. I never had a head for science until this, and the terminology overwhelmed me at first. R20 lasers? Why not R30 or R40? And picosecond nD:YAG lasers? Who wants to think about all those subatomic flashes of time when you’re lying shirtless on the dermatologist’s table having your indiscretions zapped?

Starling, the receptionist, recognizes me from the beginning of this journey. I’ve always liked her quirky name. Young, visibly tattooed, probably in her early 20s, fresh out of university, she isn’t the kind of person I’d expect to find working at the front desk in a doctor’s office. The slight blush and the quickly downcast eyes tell me she’s attracted, even if she hasn’t told herself that yet. I’m singular, but Dr Chong himself is more my type.

Underground by C.T. Kingston

Read by Michael Rogers

A small, nondescript bar with a pink neon sign; a basement entrance with scabby railings painted blue. That's what he told me, before he knocked back his whisky and left a pound on the bar for a five-shilling tab. I let that buy my drink too, waited two minutes, then left and followed his tall, trenchcoated figure through the evening fog, hanging back dawdling hard on corners so that we wouldn't seem to be together.

This place is discreet; it has to be, he'd said. They don't want drones crowding the front door, looking for a taste of honey, He'd spoken in a casual undertone, his eyes on a tinplate toucan advertising Guinness which was hung above the pint glasses. Momentarily his gaze had locked with mine and flicked away again. They have a couple of entrances on different streets, he'd continued, so if there's a police raid you can scatter. 

The Other Half by Lizzy Harries

Read by Warner Sallman

Before Oliver and I met I never really believed in fate, in ‘one true love,’ although the concept had always interested me. People are happy with people though, aren’t they? And after all, how do you really ever ‘know?’

You know?

Oliver made me feel like I had been floating weightlessly in space, and then I was home. Oliver was my gravity.

The first time I met him I felt attracted to him. It was a surprise because I had never wavered in my heterosexuality. Then again I had only ever been with Ann-Marie. We had one of those naively charming relationships. We had grown up together; the best of friends. It was perfectly predictable but I adored her and she loved me.

‘Cassandra and her other half are coming over tomorrow evening,’ she reminded me one Thursday. I had seen them before, Cassandra and Oliver, but we’d never spoken. I really wanted to see Oliver again. I wondered if he’d remember me. We made eye contact a few times and on those occasions I felt like I was falling in love with him. It was so unusual. I just wanted to see if I’d feel that way again if I actually met him. He was gorgeous.

Did I love him?

Surely not.

But I did.

Gemini by Jacqueline Leung

Performed by Alexandra Jacobs

In hindsight, it might have been better if there were just one of them, or none of them at all.

At the age of 25, Sandy found the one guy she could live with and married him. On the Big Day, Dave kept feeling like he had a block of ice in his stomach waiting to freeze his insides, melting and drowning him inside out.

It was fucked up, a gay twin watching his lesbian sister marry a man because she was pregnant with a child – but their parents wouldn’t know that. God was also watching, Dave knew, wouldn’t like what he saw, the twin devils corrupting a Christian family.

After the ceremony and the priest’s not-meant-for-them blessings, Sandy broke down in the makeup room. Clutched his shirt so tight he could feel her nails sinking into his skin. Wailed and wailed but quietly, because both of them were born to hide who they really were.

Reputations by Liam Hogan

Read by Daniel Levia

Tania Braithwaite. Tania B, A.K.A. “Tani”. Ex-childstar, ex-daytime soap actress, ex-footballer’s wife. Heading straight for me through a press of C list celebs. Gulp.

“You’re Tony Malek, aren’t you? From the Valentine’s?” She gave me an appraising look that travelled from my face down to my terribly ironic retro sneakers and back, lingering in both directions on my crotch. “So pleased to meet you,” she drawled, holding out a limpid hand. “What do you think of the party?”

“Oh” - too high pitched - “it’s amazing,” - still far too excited - “wild...” I tailed off, a giddy over-awed kid, embarrassed.

She looked up with a cheeky grin. “Yeah, I know. An X-factor launch party. Always was going to be spectacularly dull. Do you want to go somewhere and screw?”