This article draws on over four years of curatorial work at the “Queer” Asia Film Festival in London to navigate the ambivalences and affective journey articulating a queer curatorial praxis. It theorises the failures in curation of a queer film festival focused on film and video from various parts of Asia, Africa, US and European diasporic communities, and South America as an important engagement with an anti-racist, anti-capitalist, and anti-nationalist praxis of curation.
This is an archive of our secret lives, dreams of queer Islamic burials, and remembering of our near-death moments. We ask; will our loved ones mourn us when we die? Will they give us dignified burials? This work is dedicated to those of us who are queer, displaced, marginalized, third culture, hiding, surviving, broken, striving, and deeply desiring the traditions and rituals that give us peace of heart, but knowing they aren’t always guaranteed to us or don’t reflect us in our true forms. May engaging in this conversation begin to relieve us of our exhaustions.
Maybe solidarity means to branch out into the whole world, more rhizome than root, defying boundaries of existence, identity, nation, state, nation(e)states.
Does solidarity need a common political goal? How do we navigate closeness and intimacy, distance and disagreement in solidarity? How do I show my solidarity when we disagree? How far can it be stretched? How does solidarity become and remain a political standpoint, a call for action, a way of life?