Honey Birch

Forgive Me, Father intertwines the stories of two places, connected by a protagonist carrying the weight of their own queerness and guilt. In the confined spaces of a school bathroom and a club toilet, they confront memories of a first love and the intrigue of a stranger. Each place exists because of the other, a nightmare and a hopeful dream, leaving the audience to question what is real.

Gossip, identity, politics, and romance. Following a group of friends to a club, this film waits with them, eavesdropping on the voice of a queer club queue. Exploring the idea that queer people, by nature of being marginalised, exist on the borders, this docufiction is a tentative invitation to the fantasy of the London queer club scene. It poses the queue as a liminal space where queerness is visible and vulnerable to the eyes of the general public.