Spokesfist (A Fistful of Fun in the Gay Sauna as Told by the Director's Fist)

In a manner akin to Irvine Welsh, this entertaining poery film charts my personal experiences as a young adult on the gay scene in East London in the early 2000s. The poetry speaks honestly and frankly but with a mix of melancholy and humour about my time at the White Swan pub, moving onto Chariots, a gay sauna in Limehouse, East London where I first fisted a man and then my experience of wanting to fist guys in a sauna at HSBC Bank Headquarters where I was working in Canary Wharf in London at the time. I say 'I' but actually the poetry for much of the film is delivered by my fist, who gives the viewer an honest and sometimes no-holes-barred graphic account of what it's like to 'go up inside another man's street' . In a manner akin to Irvine Welsh, this entertaining poery film charts my personal experiences as a young adult on the gay scene in East London in the early 2000s. The poetry speaks honestly and frankly but with a mix of melancholy and humour about my time at the White Swan pub, moving onto Chariots, a gay sauna in Limehouse, East London where I first fisted a man and then my experience of wanting to fist guys in a sauna at HSBC Bank Headquarters where I was working in Canary Wharf in London at the time. I say 'I' but actually the poetry for much of the film is delivered by my fist, who gives the viewer an honest and sometimes no-holes-barred graphic account of what it's like to 'go up inside another man's street' . In a manner akin to Irvine Welsh, this entertaining poery film charts my personal experiences as a young adult on the gay scene in East London in the early 2000s. The poetry speaks honestly and frankly but with a mix of melancholy and humour about my time at the White Swan pub, moving onto Chariots, a gay sauna in Limehouse, East London where I first fisted a man and then my experience of wanting to fist guys in a sauna at HSBC Bank Headquarters where I was working in Canary Wharf in London at the time. I say 'I' but actually the poetry for much of the film is delivered by my fist, who gives the viewer an honest and sometimes no-holes-barred graphic account of what it's like to 'go up inside another man's street' . In a manner akin to Irvine Welsh, this entertaining poery film charts my personal experiences as a young adult on the gay scene in East London in the early 2000s. The poetry speaks honestly and frankly but with a mix of melancholy and humour about my time at the White Swan pub, moving onto Chariots, a gay sauna in Limehouse, East London where I first fisted a man and then my experience of wanting to fist guys in a sauna at HSBC Bank Headquarters where I was working in Canary Wharf in London at the time. I say 'I' but actually the poetry for much of the film is delivered by my fist, who gives the viewer an honest and sometimes no-holes-barred graphic account of what it's like to 'go up inside another man's street' .