Grumpy Old Queercast
For the past five months I’ve been making a podcast with Ruth, my other half, and Paul, one of our oldest friends. The name of this cornucopia for the ears? Grumpy Old Queercast.
The three of us had long wanted to do a show together, but hadn’t known what form it would take, not least because we live in different parts of the country. (At one point we considered doing a sketch show; it was there the “Grumpy Old” name was coined). It was only when podcasts took off we realised it would be perfect for what we had in mind.
Aged between thirty five and forty one, we’re an age group seldom represented in LGBT media. The teenagers have their coming of age stories, the twenty somethings drama and oodles of sex - but what are we millennials doing? You’d think gay people transformed into witchy old hermits as soon as they hit their thirties. There’s also the assumption we must be raising families, which patently isn’t the case. No offence to gay parents reading this, but it’s never appealed to any of us.
The format is simple. It’s as though Paul, Ruth and I are having a natter in our lounge or a bar (an impossibility in the time of covid, alas). Having discussed what’s annoyed us that week - we *are* grumpy old queers after all - we move on to current affairs and culture, as seen through a pink lens. On previous occasions we’ve sung sea shanties and been dubious agony aunts; in future episodes there will be interviews and other goodies. There’s banter, non sequiturs and more innuendo than you can shake a stick at. We offer our own unfiltered opinions on the trends and topics of the day - oh, and there’s swearing. A lot of swearing.
At a time where nothing is certain, and LGBT rights are coming under fire, podcasts and other new media are an ideal way to reach out to likeminded folk. Even if it’s just three mates having a giggle, it’s getting authentic queer voices out there, making the world a teeny bit more fabulous.
The three of us had long wanted to do a show together, but hadn’t known what form it would take, not least because we live in different parts of the country. (At one point we considered doing a sketch show; it was there the “Grumpy Old” name was coined). It was only when podcasts took off we realised it would be perfect for what we had in mind.
Aged between thirty five and forty one, we’re an age group seldom represented in LGBT media. The teenagers have their coming of age stories, the twenty somethings drama and oodles of sex - but what are we millennials doing? You’d think gay people transformed into witchy old hermits as soon as they hit their thirties. There’s also the assumption we must be raising families, which patently isn’t the case. No offence to gay parents reading this, but it’s never appealed to any of us.
The format is simple. It’s as though Paul, Ruth and I are having a natter in our lounge or a bar (an impossibility in the time of covid, alas). Having discussed what’s annoyed us that week - we *are* grumpy old queers after all - we move on to current affairs and culture, as seen through a pink lens. On previous occasions we’ve sung sea shanties and been dubious agony aunts; in future episodes there will be interviews and other goodies. There’s banter, non sequiturs and more innuendo than you can shake a stick at. We offer our own unfiltered opinions on the trends and topics of the day - oh, and there’s swearing. A lot of swearing.
At a time where nothing is certain, and LGBT rights are coming under fire, podcasts and other new media are an ideal way to reach out to likeminded folk. Even if it’s just three mates having a giggle, it’s getting authentic queer voices out there, making the world a teeny bit more fabulous.
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