Naked Ghosts - Performance 2025
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The boys at work say they can see naked ghosts. Gay ghosts. They say the site is haunted. That they see things, hear things, smell things and even feel things.
The boys at work say they can see naked ghosts. Apparently, they wink at them. And talk to them. And kneel down in front of them. They say it happens most in the toilets.
They are not always naked, sometimes they wear shiny skin-tight clothes and leather straps.
Nappies and football kits, wrestling singlets and suits. They bark and moan and cheer and cry.
To be honest, I'm quite jealous. Because I can't see them.
It's funny though, I can smell a hint of poppers every now and then. Maybe a whiff of a fag.
I always thought it was Terry, I've seen him looking at me arse a fair bit.
And he was caught tugging one off last week. Maybe it was his moans the guys could hear.
I’m a labourer for the construction site at the bottom of lower Essex street in town.
It's funny I used to go to the sex club there quite often. Had my fair share of being shared.
The smoking area had some outside urinals. They weren't hooked up to anything but…
I remember, a long time ago, when I was working in the fetish shop. No actually I had just left there and was at uni. I popped by for one drink after a long day.
Well, 7 hours later I was playing with one of the bar staff in the bogs.
It was an amazing place though! The bar was in the centre with playing rooms dotted around the perimeter. For event nights they would open up the themed section called the bullring. There was a cave, a throne room, a chain spider web, I can’t remember if the St Andrews cross was in there or not or near the bar. They even had a room with an old school motorbike in it. So, you can get fucked on it!
Pup social they held upstairs there. That was the first event I ever went to! It was featured in the channel four documentary but let’s not talk about that and all the social not sexual bollocks.
After the lease was up it closed but managed to re-open at the top of lower essex street. Next to where the old car park used to be where they used to hold Birmingham pride. There used to be a sauna across the street, but that's also gone now. I hear they sold the motorbike online. Not sure if they cleaned it first though.
At the new place I managed to get a job pulling pints. Before I started on the work site that is.
I remember when the owner died and we had the wake there. I only met him the once, so I was working behind the bar that day. They didn't close though, so guys were turning up hoping to get their end away and were greeted by a room full of black suits and a buffet of sausage rolls.
And turns out the staff member I played with ended up being my manager after that - he fancied me. The feelings were not reciprocated.
The club closed again earlier this year.
The bosses at work say there is no such thing as ghosts. But their faces turn to stone.
The bosses at work say there's no such thing as ghosts. But they plead and they beg.
The bosses at work say there’s no such thing as ghosts. But they refuse to be alone.
The bosses at work say there is no such thing as ghosts. And they want these rumours dead.
I walked past the worksite last night. Popping down to new Eden for a drink.
I stood there with a fag in my gob and it dawned on me. The boys at work can see naked ghosts. Gay ghosts. And I hope they haunt the place forever.
I hope they seep into every crack, every open window, every air vent and sing as loud as they can. I hope the residents feel the coldness that's left behind.
I want the gay naked ghosts to follow the landlords and the letting agents home. To torment them. Infect them with their queerness.
I want the gay ghosts to download into the corporate WIFI and haunt the CEOs and law makers who profit from this banishment. Terrorize them. Make them scared day and night.
I want the bankrupt Birmingham city council to bow down in fearful apology for the safe havens they have sanitised and built clinical boxes upon.
I want them all to be held accountable. I want them all to pay for their sins.
The boys at work say they can see naked ghosts. Gay ghosts. They say the site is haunted. That they see things, hear things, smell things and even feel things.
The boys at work say they can see naked ghosts. Apparently, they drink together. And sing together. And dance around together. Hoping that they might get the chance to stay.
This is our act of rebellion!
- ZOMBIEBOY - LADY GAGA -
Props
Prop List:
Ex-army metal trunk
Pink denim and black leather pillow
Small glass vase
Artificial single pink rose
Painted concrete rock
Pink and green plastic shot glasses
70cl bottle of Jägermeister
Spirit pourer
Black eye liner pencil
Black eye liner pen
Small make-up mirror
Drinking glass
Pink hooded jumper
Black work joggers
Black cotton socks
Black Ex-army 12 hole leather boots
Black Latex cat suit
Black latex gloves
Stainless steel collar and padlock
Small plastic bottle filled with diet lemonade
Artificial bouquet of pink flowers and black ribbon
Black cardboard and pleather crown with integrated full body veil
Bottle of silicone lube
Running time: 15 - 20 Mins
