As sexuality becomes more fluid, Phil Scott just spends more time mopping up.

Towards the end of dinner parties, when you can’t stumble to the bathroom without kicking an empty wine bottle, my friends and I play a little game. We name the straight men we know who we think are gay. That is, men in established heterosexual relationships, who swish around the place, love musicals, say the campest things, get all touchy-feely and basically present a poofy persona...

SEVEN POINTS!

It seems no one is safe from the scourge of homophobia – not even in one’s own home. The Belfast Telegraph reported last week about a harrowing evening spent by one local household who were simply trying to have some good, wholesome, family fun time...

PLUS: More of Brad Johnston's editorial edifications...  

CALL IT ALREADY!

Show of hands please: Who is thoroughly sick and tired of all this ‘unofficial’ pre-election-without-the-election campaigning and desperately wants the Prime Minister to put us out of our misery...

ENDANGERED DRAG?

Drag seemed to be everywhere I turned. It was the late ’90s and I’d just arrived in Sydney, wide-eyed and a little pink. I had a hunger to perform and a smorgasbord of dress-up kinks played out before me...