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Maddie Morris & George Sansome - Without Pity Live Session

Directed, shot and edited by GOOD BOY! Without Shame was written as part of a project funded and supported by Mind the Gap, Unlimited, The Colabroative Touring network and Touretteshero. The Tune was inspired by a version of Barbra Allen Collected in Bradford by Frank Kidson, performed by Annie Noble, this was accessed via the Vaughn Williams Memorial Archive. The song was written inspired by conversations and workshops that I was able to facilitate as part of the commission. Thank you so much to all the wonderful queer disabled folk who took part in this project, who shared their stories with me. Audio Content warnings: shame, homophobia, religion, rejection Video description: Maddie and George are stood in Mill Hill Chapel. Maddie is a plus sized person, they’re wearing a orange hat and have large circular glasses. They have various tattoo’s on their arms, and they’re skin is bumpy and uneven. They are wearing red dungarees, and a black t-shirt. To their left, George is playing guitar. George has a shaved head and is wearing silver wire glasses and a black corduroy jacket. Mill Hill Chapel is a chapel, behind Maddie and George is a stain glass window and infront of them are wooden pews. To the left of Maddie is a rainbow flag, on it states “Mill Hill Chapel Love Forever” Lyrics: I wonder where it is I belong, My feet firmly grounded here, The world outside this life of mine, I’ve taught myself not to hear. I dream of a space where I belong, Where people look like me, but it’s for tolerance that I hope, far gone the hope they’d agree. And oh, I feel small, The origin I can’t recall, Of when every day became a stonewall I pray for a family that understands, The way this life is wired, My brain to busy my body wrong Always somehow undesired My community I feel wont want me Though they’ll try to play along, whether I’m here, or I’m there, I know something about me feels wrong. And oh, I feel small, The origin I can’t recall, oh, Of when every day became a stonewall Bridge: Have you ever imagined how it feels to exist like me? Have you ever imagined how it feels to sense a shame that isn’t spoken, but always seen Have you ever imagined how it feels to be looked at with it? But oh, this life is joy. This mind is joy, Perhaps rebellion is joy. I long stand here as I am and feel as if I’m enough. I long for the strangers that I meet to recognise my love. I long for space with community I long to feel the same. But more than anything I wish I could be seen without shame Yes more than anything I wish I could be seen without shame.