Showing posts with label Suzy Eddie Izzard. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Suzy Eddie Izzard. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 6, 2025

Watching

It's HAMLET Day (again).


SUZY EDDIE IZZARD
Believe Me: A Memoir of Love, Death, and Jazz Chickens

Despair is the fuel of terrorism, and hope is the fuel of civilization, so we have to put more hope into the world than despair. Hatred and separation and building walls is not the way to progress. Going backward is not the way to go forward.

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WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
Hamlet

Tis now the very witching time of night, when churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out contagion to this world.



Wednesday, February 21, 2024

Sunday, December 3, 2023

Tickets:
Purchased.

Dopamine:
Flowing gently like a gummy kicking in.

Saturday, October 28, 2023


SUZY EDDIE IZZARD

Before birds get sucked into jet engines, do they ever think, Is that Rod Stewart in first class?



Friday, October 27, 2023

Tonight.

Photograph: Linda Nylind for The Guardian


SUZY EDDIE IZZARD

MAC gave me 55 lipsticks to test. These are the same lipsticks I got caught stealing by the police when I was 15. Ironic.



Thursday, October 26, 2023


SUZY EDDIE IZZARD

I appreciate your applause, but I don’t do it for applause. I do it for cash, it’s much better.


Wednesday, October 25, 2023


SUZY EDDIE IZZARD

The word itself – dyslexia – is ironically very hard for dyslexic people to spell correctly.



Tuesday, October 24, 2023


SUZY EDDIE IZZARD

I’m an action transvestite really, so it’s running, jumping, climbing trees and then putting on make-up when you’re up there!



Tuesday, August 29, 2023


SUZY EDDIE IZZARD
Believe Me: A Memoir of Love, Death, and Jazz Chickens

The twenty-first century is a key century for us on this planet. Either we make a world, where all seven billion people have a fair chance in this century - or forget it. If we can't do this, I don't think we are going to make it as a species. Despair is the fuel of terrorism, and hope is the fuel of civilization, so we have to put more hope into the world than despair. Hatred and separation and building walls is not the way to progress. Going backward is not the way to go forward.



Tuesday, August 22, 2023


SUZY EDDIE IZZARD
Believe Me: A Memoir of Love, Death, and Jazz Chickens

I don’t like the word dysphoria. I refuse to be confused about this. It’s confusing, but I am trying to be not confused. Which is why I made up my own terminology—being in “girl mode” or “boy mode”—it’s how I describe where I am on any given day on that nonbinary continuum of gender identity, a concept that psychiatrists and sociologists and politicians and religious types don’t seem able to explain with any degree of medical or biological certainty why I wish to wear skirts and heels on certain days and trousers on others. I don’t know why, and neither do they. And I suppose, in the end, the why of it really doesn’t matter. It’s just who I am and the way I was born. That’s who a lot of us are and the way a lot of us were born.



Sunday, August 20, 2023


SUZY EDDIE IZZARD
Believe Me: A Memoir of Love, Death, and Jazz Chickens

We need to become more open minded to the idea that many of us exist on a spectrum - a continuum - of gender. That for some of us the choice isn't just one or the other - completely male or completely female - but often a combination of both. In fact, it seems there are three different lines on the sexuality spectrum: how you self identify, who you're attracted to, and what you look like. And it seems the dial can be at any place on any of those three lines.


Thursday, August 17, 2023


SUZY EDDIE IZZARD
Dress To Kill

I’ve learnt that you’ve got to be really non-apologetic... You’ve got to say, "Hi, I’m here, can I have a cup of tea? And one of those biscuits?" If you say that, it’s fine. If you go in and say, "Excuse me, I’m a transvestite, I’ll be in the corner, I won’t be a problem, I’ll face away," everyone will go, "Oh-oh, problem case in the corner." So don’t apologise.


Wednesday, August 16, 2023


EDDIE IZZARD

They’re not women’s clothes. They’re my clothes. I bought them.