Full-Time Job
A poem about how disability is exhausting
My writing desk! Featuring my happy octopus, obligatory mushrooms, slightly sentient moss ball and concentrating frog.
So, who is Jay Astraeus?
My name is Jay Astraeus (they/them) and I am a queer, disabled writer of plays, poems and short stories. I have a First Class
Masters degree in Playwriting and Dramaturgy. Currently, my home is
Birmingham, UK.
During my
undergraduate degree I vowed to never write anything without a
significant trans character. Everything I write is told through a
genderqueer lens in an extreme sense.
Among other things,
the topics closest to my heart and that nourish me best are trans and
disabled rights, burnout recovery, en-lichenment, cosmic (sentient?)
bodies and the flexibility of memory.
Hope during the
apocalypse, art made in anticipation of the end of the everything, is
the backgrounding tone as I approach all of my projects.
When I am not
writing I can be found communing with my cats, playing a lot of DnD and general crafting (mostly sewing).
There is no censoring in the files of my work on this page. There are content warnings where appropriate at the start of each document. If you read something and find it needs a specific trigger warning for others, then please DM on my instagram to let me know!
My reading wares!
I can't wait for top surgery
i'm getting top surgery soon so i wrote a poem about it
Summer Will Come
A wintery horror short-story about becoming yourself, despite everything.
gender euphoria and gender euphoria and gender euphoria
A poem on re-emergence, on compassion for the past, on recyling.
Write, Speak, Find my Heart
Playtext and verse on building queer community and finding yourself within it
On The Hill
A coming out play during the onset of the apocalpse
The Long Flood
Is there worth in making new friends at the end of the world?
Don't Look Down
Violent short play about the failure of mirrors
