Month: November 2002

real

To the shirtless man with a shaved head, low swung jeans and trainers (yeah, that narrows it down, doesn’t it?) at Substation South last night: the fact that I asked you to pinch me does not mean that I am

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image

I just went to the Queer Nation exhibition of photographs taken on the gay and lesbian London clubbing scene during the last forty years or so, alongside a collection of flyers and articles about it. Considering how much I have

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blues

Oh how I wish I had crossed paths with Marcus when we were both living in Paris. I might have witnessed such priceless moments like this one!

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last

Last ever FIST on Sat. 14th Dec. because “What has happened is that a ‘concerned’ citizen wrote a letter to various governing bodies about the activites that were taking place at FIST. I only found this out a few days

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auntie

At 7:15 this morning the Channel4.com home page still said “Vote to evict Anne or Sue tonight” (one of them was voted off the show last night, but the result was only to be found on the Celeb Big Bro

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almanac

As I expected, Italians are once again totally crazy about getting themselves their 2003 “sexy” calendars. Almost every magazine will have one together with their December issue to boost sales. The most sought after is usually Max magazine’s (this year

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saint

One month exactly to Christmas, so here’s my letter to Santa: Santa baby, slip a hunk under the tree. For me. […] Think of all the fun I’ve missed, Think of all the fellas that I haven’t kissed. Ahem. Better

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honest

Yesterday morning I was about to get my kit off with a man I hooked up with at Twist, when I received the text message on the left from SB. The quintessence of romanticism, isn’t it? And people still wonder

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hoped

I keep thinking of the reasons why I was disappointed with Hope on Saturday night. It must have to do with the extremely high expectations we had about it. The idea of finding all the elements of our Sunday afternoons

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group

The UK has just voted these five guys into the boyband male vocal harmony group One True Voice – can you tell what the link is between this woman and Popstars: the Rivals?

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fine

I’m all alone and finally / I’m getting stronger Last night I carried out a little personal experiment and I’d like to share the outcome with you. I’ve recently started getting a bit tired of going out with very high

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swede

It’s Abba day at IKEA Croydon! Go dressed up as ABBA today and eat for free. That’s my lunch sorted then.

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loop

“Somewhere in an underground laboratory in Russia sits a cat-stroking Dr Evil leering at Britney’s ‘Baby One More Time’ video. Inspired, he develops a sinister plan. Using the principles of teenage lesbianism, rainsoaked school uniforms and production by Frankie Goes

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vip

I can usually give a good indication of who is a celebrity in the UK and who isn’t. I watch too much telly, read a variety of papers and magazines, listen to a lot of music, am sometimes too curious

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cut

Just my luck. I had arranged to go see the Bodyworlds exhibition with a friend tomorrow night, and Channel 4 decides to air the first public autopsy in the UK for 170 years tonight, performed by none other than Bodyworld’s

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weird

The dreams in which I’m dying / Are the best I’ve ever had Donnie Darko. Normally not my genre of movie. Yet I loved it. The kink (freudian slip – not entirely inappropriate) kind of film that sticks with me

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empty

The only one buying music in out household so far was G., him being the one with the steady job, and his cat spending her whole weekly allowance to buy pussy porn. I therefore felt quite elated last night when

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trim

I am the man of a thousand inconsistencies. I got out of bed rolled off the couch after a mere three hour Dancer-in-the-Dark nightmare-laden snooze, did some early morning job search and felt so out of shape that I strolled

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yuk

“Please, God, don’t let me fall in love and want to do disgusting things.” Every time I post one of these, I swear it’s going to be the last time. This one (via Me, New York and a Fifth Floor

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affect

I did watch it in the end. I cried my eyes out for the best part of two and a half hours, as the story unfolded itself in front of me again, and memories came back and superimposed themselves on

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resist

Am I going to watch Dancer in the Dark tonight or not? Am I going to be brave and face my fears or chicken out and keep my head buried in the sand? Am I going to let my soul

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detach

Introducing: the Shag Buddy (SB) I met SB at A.M. on Saturday morning a week ago. As I entered the place and said hallo to a couple of friends there (and nodded to a Vauxhall aquaintance I’ve been drooling over

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check

So? Am I now the proud owner of one of this man‘s shirts? That extra little checked (it has to be checked) number would bring the number of shirts in my wardrobe up to… 6! (I currently own one for

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ornament

Carnaby street Christmas decorations (click on thumbnail for full view). Are those rainbow flags I see up there?

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secret

At my former high school we had something called the “Christmas Friend”. Because of the high proportion of international students who could not afford going home for Christmas, we were all asked to pick a name from a hat and

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flash

Off to meet Bryndís for coffee. She’s one of my Icelandic friends and she’s in London on a surprise weekend (surprise for her and therefore for me as well). She’s just called to let me know, and what are they

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minors

t.A.T.u – or Tatu – or, originally in Russian, Taty. Julia and Lena, Russian, aged 17 and 18. Produced by Trevor Horn A lesbian kiss in their video and on live performances Big (or going on big) in Europe and

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pain

Freda who?

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almond

Which Marc are you? “I am to be found in the pleasure dens of Soho, looking for love in all the wrong places. I am fascinated by the seedy side of life, but not jaded. Yet”

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celeblogs

Nancy Sinatra has a blog (info via David). I already knew RuPaul and Moby and Wil Wheaton had one. But according to All Things Blog the blogwagon has also been jumped on by the likes of Melanie Griffiths (where she

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