Laundry Day is a celebration and a catharsis. Parodying some religious festival or political anniversary, it uses the process of staining and cleansing, and staining again, as a metaphor for our inevitable queer desire to contradict expectations. We want to be dirty, we want to be clean, and we vacillate between the two with equal fervour. The stage is dominated by our ‘washing machine’, a fleshy orifice used to cleanse/dirty all who enter. The show was the unexpected progeny of the pandemic and my attendance at the various pride protest and awareness marches that continued throughout. Something of these emotional collective desires for celebration and change manifested in a ritual of queer cleansing and soiling.