A little report from the safe space of Queeruption

For nearly half a year I had been thinking about the safe space for Q9. Nearly half a year of imagining a place inside a place that didn[t itself exist yet. Queeruption was a dream of countless nights and days, sometimes of excitement and imagination and, just as often, terror that it would all go wrong and how the hell could we be organising all of this, just us, by ourselves? But we did, and one of the most special parts for me personally was the safe space and the t-team which used it.

Somehow it worked. The confidence I found from really good training allowed me to enter and listen to stressful, emotional situations and keep control and, hopefully, change something. And we had a lot to listen to. Q9 took place during the Israeli was with Lebanon with all the resultant trauma that a war like that could bring. Q9 gave many the chance to join demonstrations in Tel Aviv, Jerusalem/Al Quds and the Territories with all the violence that we've come to expect from the Israeli State in these situations. And in the end, Q9 itself was, occasionally, an extremely stressful situation full of the internal politics and tensions that we could predict from organising something so complex and intense. There are, I've come to realise, many kinds of trauma.

But unexpectedly, and in the end, quite queerly, the safe space that we so carefully designated and delineated with sheets and signs and drawing pins and sellotape somehow escaped while we weren't looking. Suddenly the quiet space of resting or talking through problems found itself in random corners of the enormous club that was the home of Q9. Every day when the T-team came together to debrief our experiences of the day we found that we'd been doing our thing in any random place and only sometimes in the safespace that we so carefully marked out.

People still came to the safe space for a chat, for a massage, acupuncture treatment or just to rest from the madness but I also found myself counselling - if that's what I do - in random corners of the building between one workshop and another, still setting my boundaries and being very clear what was happening, but not needing to be in a specific space to do it.

Autonomously and quite unbeknownst to us, people started discussing their traumas, their stresses, their dreams in other spaces - sharing circles, behing the bar and over coffee. Suddenly emotions were on the agenda in plenary meetings and in affinity meetings before demos. I'm told that this is something new for Queeruption. It was certainly something new for me and was, perhaps, the greatest gift the T-team could have given to our queeruption.