VIOLETS ARE BLUE … ladies we love you


As little gay boys we surround ourselves with little women. Kiss chase in the playground and we vehemently wish we were on the little ladies side, not to chase the boys (well a little). We want to be with the little ladies, we want to be part of their power and beauty and have the freedom to explore our femininity with them. Having such femininity within a male body is shamed and difficult to explore with other boys. 

Each and every queer boy I’ve met has never told me of a time these little ladies ever turned them away. You always hear of the boys not letting the little gay boy in (insert generic quotes that I know every gay boy already has in his rolodex just ready for the therapist). 

Not once have I heard any gay boy say they were refused by a group of girls. Not once. Not only free entry but you are protected by them long before you even know what gay is (in my case anyway). Your mothers skirt you used to hide behind becomes these women who always make it their will to champion you. They allow you to have the strength of owning the fear as a man. 

Puberty happens and feelings come to the surface of all our life’s (you know..... when the trouble starts). When our time is right to divulge we do and I wish I had much earlier than I did. Even when I was struggling and the women around me looked me in the eye with the recognition of the hidden truth, still they stuck with me. These women are still by me now, after all the open heartache, they were there before it all became real through voice, admission and mean boys. The girls were there through the unrequited stage, through the bruise of first love, through being shouted at on a night out for being gay, Through endless teary conversations about relationships and through it all, Old gay/female Testament and New female/gay Testament. Let us pray. 

There are the girls who know the before and girls that have only known the after. Each soul I have instinctively bowed down to has been the same whether they knew me propping up the coats in the closet or in a fabulous coat out of the closet or as the constantly making mistakes in love, out adult. I’ve never felt like a GBF (ewwww) and haven’t fallen in to the sad little world of the social performing gay. I recently saw images of a gay boy referring to his friends as if he were a pet and they were his owners 🙄, errrr no, not yours it’s not an ownership party or an accessories table of being employed to ego rubb. Leave that to them. When it’s real you are a simply together, no labels, no gimmicks just ferociousness! 

Recently to have these warriors go above and beyond to protect me and protect me because they know and recognise the ability we both share under attack, power and vulnerability dancing in the same space. They have given me clarity and laughs! With their sleep over vine watching interspersed with hilarious comments on the situation! When they let me know things I need to and when they act (with actual actions!) on their feelings of injustice and let who ever needs to know, know. They have took me from tears to giggles, anger to gentleness and from fuzzy to clear. They have made me understand what I understood anyway after loosing value. They have brought me back to me time and time again. 

Boys and love are a wish of mine for the future of my rivers banks but these women are the water that runs alongside with me. One and the same, powerful and true of current. No gain from trying to swim up stream against the magnitude of bias against us so we weave down stream together. Wishes are to be enjoyed on the banks but inevitably the water moves away from them. We watch one another make the same mistakes, fall for the same type of person, take the wrong job, loose ourselves and we will support till the end. Thanks to my circle being so true there’s something more important than support, a brutally beautiful ability to kick arse when needed. My arse has been kicked! Kicked back to the truth of a black and white situation. Many people have low level bonds that merely serve a purpose (social climbing, prestige ect bleh) and never do they have the incredible benefit of telling the truth to one another. Bonds can stay for years this way but they don’t ever evolve or grow in to something more.

A queer kid sat amongst a group of girls is a magic visual and a visual I see often. I see what the world should be in those little groups. A world where the “woman” in the world rules and opens its arms to accept, protect and love all that it can. There is a universality that is there in young girls and they recognise this being trapped in little gay boys. 

Both gay and girl see the in coming threat  from the outside and look at a future that recites a cautionary tale of oppression and conformity, the gay boys and the girls have it sorted in the playground. They see the onset of what will happen and huddle together. We have an incredible and unshakable trust in each others power and ability to give that power away. The giving of power is what we recognise as queers and women. We realise from a tiny age that that is what power actually is, power is the ability to give it away. As gay men we are still men, rendered and injured by the same repertoire of ease and self power that bestows any one born male. We sadly often loose that ability of submission to another or to a situation and forget that beauty of true power (through shame). The power that rears children. Some of us don’t forget though and some of us learn and those folk are the ones who are free to feel. The men (gay or otherwise) who have petals dripping from their eyes when they hurt. Those who recognise the hurt and the hurt that comes from the revelation of true feelings when met with the ice of a man concealed by shame and emotional chains. That’s what the problem is in relationships, one giving it all and the other so desperately wanting to but not being able to do so. Making yourself vulnerable is something both gays and women know as a physical being, sexual being and an emotional one. It defines us. It’s sad that it’s often lost once the playground days are over. But it’s not with the female loves of my life. We kept it up! 

There is an inherent and instinctive bond that I feel is so innate it goes undiscovered and melts in to what’s expected. It’s such a given it’s not celebrated enough. It’s been the truest of love’s for me and that’s worth celebrating more than anything on Valentines Day. 

Let’s all try and be the little girls that let everyone play together, everyday. 

Happy Valentines 



Men’s fashion is in a new place, and, if possible, an even gayer place then it was before. Rejoice!!! Well, hold on a second. Much like the demise of fantastic labels and designers through people just wanting the logo on a purse or simple hat. The new more feminine menswear is in danger of falling to this also. I’m hoping not though. It’d be sad for the fake “fashionistas” to dull it down like they have so many times before. Boiling incredible art and fashion down to its lowest form.

The representation of what “masculinity” is is finally being challenged throughout the arts. There is a fragility that is being revealed. This fragility some of us have known, dealt with and felt for years. The fragility of men has been hidden yet omnipresent for as long as I can remember. It’s hard in such a patriarchal world to accept that men are actually lace and not leather and much more so then women. This exposé I can see in a lot of the designers fall presentations. 


We are in a time of political trauma and upheaval. An upheaval that is doing what all right wing resurgences throughout history have, making better art! Thanks Trump and Trumpiteirs. The patriarchy panicked after our liberal leadership for years. They panicked and now we have Trump, Teresa and Brexit. We artists purge this in to our work and show them the finger. Men’s fashion has a big middle finger strutting down the catwalks with the words “kiss it!” falling from the boys lips as they strut and mince. This years presentations also celebrate boyishness also, which I love. It’s the story of being whatever the fuck we want to be as men and as humans. An expression of all the facets we have and for me, fashion is that. A presentation of my truth that I choose to adapt and play with every morning.

“Today I’m a mountain, yesterday I was a stream, now I am all, then I am all and will always be all”@philjohnperry



Craig Green


Cling wrapped boys, surgical smocks and tailored soldiers pulled in at the waist. Cinched is all over and it’s perfect! That restriction has been away from men’s fashion and predominantly for the female. It’s sexy and fair. Drag entering it’s huge era of popularity may had played a part.
Tailoring is BACK! Silhouettes creating oversized frame yet all the while being almost corseted above the hips. This shape is delicious take on the trench. Playing with the elements of the everyday “man” and pulling it back to the restriction and history of the ever changing desires of female frame.
The use of plastic is interesting and almost a protective metaphor for masculinity and the bravery it takes to showcase your true style as a man. The glassey textures of the wig like headdresses impeding the models face gives a sense of the hidden and the need to protect the fragile yet also hide it. The colours and transparency are a fun play on the designers darker concept.



One word here ..... MANCHESTER!! I’m a Manchester boy and have had these looks and styles in my personal repertoire since Liam Gallagher took my eye as a little lad. beyond beautiful!
This range is 1990’s Brit pop with almost no new evaluation or new take on it. Usually I’m not in to replication but in this case I’m in to IT! The 1990’s were everything we aren’t now, especially in music, art, pop culture and fashion. It wasn’t like now, a celebration of the mediocre and bland (and privilege). It was a working class fight for success that was won! The naughty kids were running the show and what a better time it was. Even in the 90’s these shapes, cuts and textures weren’t new. They were replicating the punk movement and the mods and the rockers.
From the tweed to the exposed white socks Celine has gone full on Bangers and Mash and a cup of tea!
The cut of some of the trousers are wider and more harreem in shape apart from that it’s Brit pop. Jarvis Cocker, Liam and Noel would be proud, well perhaps not, they probably wouldn’t give a f£#k, that’s kind of the idea.
I love the range but kind of wish it wasn’t by Celine. It’s not a brand I have ever connected with before or seen anything of any real interest other than their mainstream aesthetic. It’s one of those labels that has become the label above all else. Perhaps this is why, replication. Replicating this look is cool with me though. Especially with Britain being in such a mess at the moment.




Kenzo really have gone blue collar, which again is so relevant. The designers Chinese/Peruvian heritage blares through the (again) british tweed and plaid.
Interesting panelling, insane amounts of pockets and layers and lanyards gives the aesthetic of utopian worker.
Again tailoring is a strong component, which is exciting to see. True skill. There’s been a lot of draped fabric on mainly naked boys recently. Some of it is so fun and really sexy but with no real message, skill or concept other then cute boys wearing no clothes. I believe fashion to need garments? What are you selling/styling with out them? The actual model becomes the art then. I do like and enjoy these ranges but on a very shallow level. I like that level but it’s not overly interesting as art.
This kenzo look is my favourite of the fall collections and I want it!!