Privilege is a weird thing. Most of us have a certain level of privilege, and some of us even recognise it and try to use it to effect change. Some of us deny it exists at all, labouring under the self-imposed misapprehension that everything we’ve achieved has occurred as a direct result of our own … Continue reading Privilege, self-satisfaction and the befriending of bastards
Pride Month has drawn to a close. Corporations prepare to take down their rainbow flags, secretly pleased that they can stop pretending to give a shit about the queers for another year. The Home Office looks forward to removing any trace of inclusivity from its Twitter profile, relieved to be able to return to telling … Continue reading When Pride Month Is Over: How To Be An Effective Ally
To those who aren’t hateful fucking trash, queer folk are just normal people. We go to work, we pay bills, we watch TV, we go for walks, we enjoy opera or sports or books. We have friendships, relationships, families. We fall in love and we break up and we’re flawed and messy and fragile and damaged and…human.
Max talks about the whole Brexit mess, and only just manages to do so without weeping. Contains frequent strong language.
Max talks about Brexit (again), Trump (again) and the BBC (again). Contains frequent strong language.
Max talks about Brexit, Kanye West and the BBC. Contains frequent strong language.
I have a confession to make: I’m a pedant. I am the sort of person who will react like a steak-deprived Jeremy Clarkson at the sight of an erroneous your/you’re, and who will beat his fist on the desk like a millionaire Tory MP who’s just been told about a proposed £3 per month increase … Continue reading It’s not ‘Gay Pride’, and it’s ok to say so