Diageo HQ, as you’d expect, has a real bar on site and the cocktails were high-end, some of the best I’ve ever had in fact. Predictably this led to me being pissed after the second and utterly shitfaced by the eighth. No wonder I laughed so much. It took about three days to dry out. The nicest cocktail was Intersex on the Beach (phnarr), the pornstar martini a close second (too pie-eyed to see how that one got queered name-wise).
Torrey Peters: Stag Dance
Clark felt that being able to identify your own failures in gender presentation was incredibly threatening and this was why certain people were so obsessed with trans people. Peters leapt to agree, feeling that trans people were used as a scapegoat but also acted as a beacon for peoples’ potential freedoms, which some people found terrifying. ‘When you hear terfs talk about gender you really get the sense that they fucking hate being women,’ said Clark, adding that she thought terfs were petrified by the idea of ‘you actually don’t have to do this’. Which was a perfect piece of intellectual google, given Peters had just said – and Clark had agreed – that we all have to do gender. Doh!
Review of comedy: Alex Franklin’s Gurl Code
I’m pleased to say that the show did make me laugh, unlike the clip above. Quite a lot actually and Franklin was a likeable performer, unlike the clip above. I do think the new performance style owes quite a lot to Russell Brand, or possibly Jordan Gray, Brand’s very own mini-me.
The feminism of fools with Sophie Lewis, part deux …
Stood behind the lectern draped with her own keffiyeh, Lewis spoke about the need to fight fascism. I must admit I didn’t actually notice the keffiyeh until she muttered the word ‘inshallah’ much later, which I’ll explain when we get to it. But just to highlight up front how clueless Lewis and academia generally is towards an ideology which would happily vaporise them in an instant.
Review of documentaries: Trans Memoria & Everywhere I Look
Introduction I returned to the BFI’s Flare Festival 2025, which is now forty years old (it began life, of course, as a lesbian and gay
Review of Leigh Bowery! – Tate Modern Exhibition
I couldn’t be arsed to upload the photos to my laptop, so this review exists as a thread on Twitter instead and is probably the
The Lies They Tell 
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