Migration is part of the natural world. It’s not only birds who fly south for the winter. There’s a larger flock of migrating creatures. This mass migration spans randomly over time, each one jumping the nest when ready. This is the flock of gays!

In Britain our migration is indeed toward the south. From small towns in the north we steady ourselves and head south to London with a flex of our queer feathers. In the states it’s New York ect. Leaving your hometown is a much needed right of passage for lots of gay people.

For me it was a necessity anchored in my sexuality. If I wasn’t gay I don’t think I would’ve moved. I would have been happy in my old job, with a couple of kids and my family close by. My gayness was the sole reason, it was wrapped up in other forms, such as career but ultimately it was a need to leave a place that had been so dark for me. I couldn’t fight the darkness back and be in the same place where I had to hide, I couldn’t respect myself enough to move forward. If I was to grow I had to put miles between me and my past  

When I moved away I was flooded with all that I had desired for my life. Freedom from old ways and values. Being in a cosmopolitan metropolis where I felt comfortable sitting across from a boy on a date was freeing. I could create the world that had been inside for so many years. I could feel for who I wanted to and shoot and film without worry.  I could manifest it all in to reality. I could create my work unapologetically and speak freely and unchained to the past.

Home was far away now and I let it slip away, happily ignoring what was beautiful about my past. Distance painted a picture of my past and it wasn’t pretty or colourful. All the elements that link sadness to my home were/are true and as I spent more time away from it my judgements of the people “up there” became stronger and more negative. This made my initial visits back home extremely turbulent. These visits back home for family parties, weddings, Christmas and christenings always led to me being bitter and rowing with family members. I was in my mid twenties and succeeding and failing personally with equal merit. I had become unleashed, until I got on the train. As soon as I got off at the platform I felt the collar of the past strap around my neck instantly, difference being, this time I was ready to fight it. Many battles at home led me to realisation and truth but many were hurtful for both parties concerned.

We leave and forge new paths because we have to. When you have had your teen years stolen, you fight to reclaim it as a gay person. You fight tooth and nail to catch up and get that hand holding and high school girlfriend feeling that we didn’t get. We had to build walls and (for me) just get through it. The last ten years have been a case of me having those moments and knowing my worth with no constraints. I have been successful, failed , in love and out of love. It hasn’t been easy and I’ve been disappointed with London city, the industry’s, the gay world and gay people more regularly than I would have liked but I got to feel desired and relevant. I’ve had my prom queen moments.

I’m one of four children, so one on one time with siblings and parents are few and far between. I would always be so excited to be visiting, seeing my sisters and brother, but I entered a reality that I didn’t feel part of. I acted out and my flames of excitement were smothered and this was my fault because I was selfish, I was behind the times (never thought I’d say that). My family had worlds that I felt clashed with my own. Perhaps it was a deep jealousy? I don’t know.

Since coming out my immediate family have been so supportive and our conversations are what lots of queer people would dream of. We speak about everything, I never hold back, we speak about sex (my mums a sexual health nurse #savethenhs), boys, gender with honesty and humour. When I used to visit we would talk but I wouldn’t receive their thoughts with a knowing open mind.

I’m slowly getting round to the point of acceptance. Discussion and tolerance comes with gaining a calmness within your own situation. I now have a quiet self confidence that only comes from within, no partner or friend will come close to the perfect dialogue I have with myself. Once you’ve had your heart bashed about, been poor, been used for gains and struggled, you realise that our life’s all have the same commonalities.

I have just come back from a visit back home and it was beautiful. Everything had changed because I have evolved (I was going to say changed but I don’t think that’s the case, I don’t think any of us change). This time, the back and forth and open chat was there and we all listened. I had a chat with my folks after singing whilst my dad played guitar. We got in to it and we softly bumped heads but I learnt so much. Prior to this I would have got back on the train to London and ran, like I did when I left. Running is what gay people have to do sometimes but racing and not crossing the finishing line and grabbing that ribbon for gold is a choice. I’ve made my choice and I want that medal (Rippon style). It’s a choice of caring about the most important people in my life with no judgement, only learning.

Love is what matters. I see children all the time and their eyes show me they don’t know if they’re really the priority. A lot has gone on in the past and society has made it hard for gay people, the working class and every other minority. If you have known that you have been the love of your parents life nothing can be broken. I’ve never once felt like I wasn’t the upmost priority, I knew I was deeply loved from day one. That’s the key. Everything else can be worked on, broken down and learnt. It has given me the chance to be so open with them and them with me. Often my peers think it’s too open! I talk about everything.

I have been a confidant to many a gay boy who has had issues with coming out to family. I have always made sure I’ve tried to do my best for them even when they have felt disregard in the aftermath (read the other post about not being able to be gay best mates). It’s a personal judgement call to receive differences openly and not battle. Some people are in a situation that means they are left truly alone and that is a different kettle of fish. These people need true support and no chatting on the net will help. 

We have to come out time and time again. With each new partner, with each article, with each church visit for a christening or wedding. It doesn’t stop. We always have to have our hearts beating before an exchange with loved ones, family, colleagues and lovers. Maybe ‘coming out’ has been a gift for gay people? We don’t have to metaphorically come out constantly, its precedence is visceral and real for us. Others having to ‘come out’ as vulnerable after having a baby, as feeling unworthy of love, feeling alone, feeling left behind must be hard without having an in built warrior inside that’s forged from childhood. I’ve had my mum, dad, brother, sisters, friends and Nan's come out to me several times. I want that, the exposure of ones self. As gay people we’ve been forced to do that, to have people ‘come out’ to you who haven’t been forced to means so much.

Moving onwards is a journey that I’m now on the path of. My nephews and niece need to see what it’s all about and that is my new mission. My family need to know they can ‘come out’ to me without any sacrifice to our relationship.

Being back home is now different. I love it because I’m willing to feel and listen again. I can leave the desperate feelings I had to resonate in the walls of my school and home. Those feelings are not in any of the hearts of the people that love me. I want my brothers in law to be able to talk to me about anything and I need to create a relationship with them that makes them know that I’m there no matter what.

Ask me anything, be anything, say it all to me, that is what builds meaningful relationships. It’s too easy to dismiss because of boundaries and let’s not do that. Conversation has to be preclaimed, if it isn’t then your bonds are fake. Creating a bond where nothing is off limits is the most progressive thing we can do. My family need me to be there and I need them to be there for me. Sometimes this has to be a painful literal back and forth. I remember my sister and I had a huge row as a teenagers. She had asked me about being gay and I had slammed the door in her face. I won’t be slamming doors in her face ever again.

This has been the most rewritten post to date. I wanted to portray what I was trying to say without bias.

I initially started the post with the dissection of a book, ‘Velvet Rage’ by Alan Downs. I pulled back from it as it was an extremely difficult read for me. I chose to give it to my mum to read and she has also struggled with reading it. I do want to reference it though as it’s been the most relevant read of my life. All parents should read it.

Sometimes difficulty shouldn’t be ignored it should be faced head on. Come out constantly! 

Homes are left but ‘home is where the heart is’ for me and ‘home is where the new start is’ has just begun.




The Femalution

Remember that sinking feeling? the feeling of embarrassment and exclusion at the words of some uncle or straight man.

“That’s for girls”

“Why are you playing with that”


You know the drill. When you want to dress up in a dress after watching the 80’s classic Mannequin with your big sisters. They got to wear mums old wedding dress and another of her frocks whilst i werked a towel (brilliantly) 💁. The need to be part of it, a member of that wonderful team. I wanted to be my sisters when they got to be free. They were my idles for so much more than just being my big sisters. They had a little of what I wished for at night. They were free to be gentle, free to sing, free to explore clothes and I was not. Not without fearing a tut and ironic sass from a man.

I loved match box cars, power rangers, had that boyish hunger for play fighting but I wanted to feel and be feminine at the same time. I wanted to put on shows and be able to be gentle with a doll. I remember something so vividly from my childhood that I constantly have thought about it for over 20 years. Whenever I see a child being told that “that’s for girls” or “you don’t want that, it’s sissy” I feel it all over again. The fantasist in me was there way back when I entrusted Santa to a secret wish. In my letter (for his eyes only of course) I included something I chose not to discuss with mum, dad or sisters. I was so young yet already full of secrets and repression. I asked Santa for the Little Mermaid barbie doll. Christmas morning came and I couldn’t enjoy opening my presents, each one was wrapped in it’s tacky excellence. One of these wrapped gifts held a toy that, if revealed could cause me utter demoralisation, embarrassment and unwanted exposure. As soon as I peeled the wrapping paper and saw Ariels hair I stopped and moved behind the door to open it in secret. It was so clear to me then that it was wrong to align my self with femininity. How lucky was I that my folks got me that doll.

As an adult and after coming out my feminine traits could be less tethered but they still were smothered by the need to be a “man”. I was now in a world where the perception of being a “good gay” was paramount in culture. A “good gay” is a gay that comes as close to being straight as possible. Have muscles, wear cable knit, get married and pass as one of the boys. Don’t be overt, don’t be camp above all else. To quote

“... you’re not like one of them gays pushing it in people’s faces”.

What that person actually means is you are as close to us as a weirdo can be, so well done.

Recently things seemed to have had a seismic shift to towards the pink, as have I. Culture is no longer tolerating fems or selling them as comedy and nothing else. Talented, brave boys are strutting unapologetically and with fierce strength (Oh My My My!). A type of strength I think only gay men and women have in their arsenal.

The Femalution is movement for everyone. I know straight boy friends feel relief from our friendship because my femininity allows them to show there femininity.


It’s not about just fems, it’s roots lie in all of us. We can be whatever we feel we want to be, whenever we want to be. Fuck it, my inner barbie can be it all!

The perception of femininity has been construed and warped by the very culture that has chose to constrain it. Being feminine is aligning your self with the biggest power on the earth. Perhaps that’s why it’s perception has been alerted because they know how dangerous that power truly is. It’s no revelation that homophobia really comes from the patriarchies hatred of woman. A man being feminine is/was seen as the most degrading thing a boy could do. Women deal with this unfairness everyday. An intrinsic and systemic judgment on everything they choose to do.

My life has been completely transformed over the past few years because I’ve let go of everything I had imposed upon me. My femininity has been let free and it’s given me super powers! It’s the best thing since Gina G’s performance in Eurovision!

The love of women is my passion and I’m lucky to have been gifted with some of what I adore in the girls I surround myself with.

To see femininity in a boy is the most romantically attractive thing for me. Who wouldn’t want a little woman in a male partner?? My mum said to me once that “it’s a shame you’re gay because you love women” but I can have it all because the rules are being broken. Some of us have been handed the sight, we know that gender is bull shit because we have both “genders” within us. We know the secret and know through music, journalism, art and figure staking that the secrets out.

Adam Rippon, Troy Sivan, Olly Alexander I salute you!

Julian Clary, Paul O’Grady thank you for being our first brave torch bearers

The media have been forced to listen to our talents, loves, attitude and voice. The feminist movement being on fire has freed us. As women get more equality they free a little army of gays and we will be forever thankful.

Vive La FEMALUTION!!!!!!




Today everyone gets a taste of being a celebrity. We are all controlling our own PR, On sets, shooting and selling our brand. There is one difference, perfumes. I'm yet to have my own scent peddled in Superdrug. Sometimes I do have a scent but it’s more inspired by my night prior rather than my latest collection or album.

Almost everyone has a following whether that be 200 followers or 1000 and upward (until it gets crazy followed then you are just a celebrity). Most people judge celebs that have a moan about how hard it is ect “they’ve waived their right to anonymity” right? Ok but as soon as you manufactured your whitty handle and pressed the sign up button on insta you made a choice. The choice to be known, be exposed and to waive a practised goodbye to anonymity. Byeeeeeeee!!! Unless you are actually one of the amazing aliens that have steered clear of social media (my sisters an alien) you have been Kardashianed.

Social media and tech is so frowned upon. With everyone saying it’s dangerous, a relationship breaker and an a-front to natural human behaviour. All of the above have total truths and we have all come a cropper whilst knee deep in your obsession and double tapped a picture from 2012 because you were trying to zoom in to see what colour their eyes are 😂!

Soooo the most intelligent thing in a storm is to try and make it go backwards by blowing at it. No!!! The storms here and that’s it, i say get your kite out and make the best of it. Fighting this social evolution is #stupid. Picking it apart only fuels the very problems you are commenting on. Surely it’s benefits should be revered rather than its down sides.

We can engage millions of people with a movement (#austeritykills #metoo #blacklivesmatter #freekesha). Bonds between each other can be maintained across country borders. They can see your life, your dreams, (hopefully) coming true. Before, you might not have been able to maintain it. People with debilitating illness can move, engage, connect and walk through the world. Mental health issues that you wouldn’t talk about face to face can be discussed and advice shared on Facebook groups. Similarity’s can be found with more people. I may never have met so many folk with an unhealthy obsession with Buffy, space and the 1950’s, I for one don’t want to live in that world.

People creating their best angle and tuning themselves up and feeling that they look great in a picture is empowering, as is sharing it. Why would feeling beautiful ever be a bad thing? (not dismissing the negatives here just focusing on the positive).

Next time someone “pffts” your mates selfie I challenge you to ask to see their camera roll. I guarantee you’ll see a selfie or a 1000. Difference being they weren’t brave enough to post it. That’s a shame, I for one would love to see someone owning an outfit they feel sexy in #doubletap (on insta ha). A picture that shows me they’re on the mend and gaining confidence after someone took it from them, being with them in the shop when they found the perfect shade foundation and seeing the close up selfie later in the evening, a kiss selfie of a friend who is falling in love, a boy gaying it up after coming out and I could go on.

We are all aware we don’t always look like we do in that picture in real time but you will sometimes, I see my friends real life selfie self all the time. Mainly when we are going out and preening ourselves all the while white wining it up!! #awokeuplikethis

So stick your phones up in the air and give them a thirsty pout, filter it up and wack it up! #ownit