Sunday afternoons. The Mid Seventies. Frinton On Sea. Not the greatest way to spend a childhood. No video games, no box sets, no distraction from the grey rain and mind blowing bad taste wallpaper that surrounded me. Just me, my sis and a rented TV. Which it turns out was all I needed. Those grainy black and white or glorious technicolour cinemascope cinematic distractions saved … Continue reading Lauren Bacall: My Sunday afternoon saviour
Tonight another family is numb. Numb from the pain of losing a beloved one. A beloved one who could not numb the pain he felt. And tonight I’m angry. Angry and afraid. If you can’t get a handle on the black dog at the age of 63 where does it leave those of us coming up behind? If money and fame and success can’t steam the tide of … Continue reading Robin Williams: There but for the grace go I
So here we go, Pride Brighton & Hove 2014. That time of the year where you can’t buy glitter for love nor money, your to do list is the most random its ever been (beer, gay paper fans, Forde hairdo, fresh peas, Donna Summer mask?) and your just days away from the finest love fuelled moments you’ve had since, erm last Pride. Yep my glorious city … Continue reading Why Brighton Pride really matters to me
This is my missus. And this is yet another reason why I love her. Continue reading Queenie’s Strip Service Strikes A Brighton Pose
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Like all good things Twelve Inches just kinda evolved. Struck by the loss the godfather, fuelled by memories of love on the dancefloor. And handmade with (Wildblood) love, glue and an awful lot of scissor action. Twelve Inches reflects upon my life in the club world, a queer journey where finding dancefloors becomes finding self. Utilising my own photographs taken throughout my years on the scene as both DJ … Continue reading Twelve Inches. For Frankie Knuckles. For Us. For The Love.
My next Strike A Pose project will examine the role of gay clubbing as a rite of passage. Twelve Inches will reflect queer journeys, those early days we all had finding dancefloors, finding self by utilising memories supplied by clubbers of their first tentative forays into LGBT society. (That’s where you dear friends, colleagues and fellow clubbers come in). It will celebrate those first dancefloor stepping-stones be they … Continue reading Twelve Inches: Help needed to create a snapshot of our dancefloor lives
Oh Madonna, Madonna, Madonna, Madonna. What are you like? Flogging me a skin product that appears to only work if one can parade around life solely shot in black and white by some hip film director isn’t your greatest moment. A parody-like ad even the most famous of undie floggers wouldn’t have sunk to, all it induces in me is the desire to not cuff … Continue reading Madonna puts apparently meaningful words in a line to sell skincare
Queenie’s new Strip Service has just made its debut in the March edition of Gscene. Like she does. It’s about me and my persona’s natural resting position come birthday time. Like I do. Grab more Queenie Strip Service on Tumblr. She’d like that. Continue reading The missus and her Strip Service
Wildblood and Queenie 