Reclaim the street

Reclaim the street

For about four or five weeks now I have bitten my tongue so hard at times I thought it was going to fall off. But I can hold no more, Miss Daisy. I am going to have to head into panty hose politics, as Ricca Paris calls it.

Each Saturday night I work at two venues: the first two shows are at Stonewall Hotel, then it is a mad run down to the Midnight Shift for the 12:30am show in the downstairs bar. It’s a quick dash but both venues have a great audience so I don’t really mind.

I know it has been like this for many years but I think it has intensified over the last couple of months. Last week when doing my Flo Jo down the road I was accosted not once but three times. Two cars even slowed down so guys could try to spit on me. What is happening? I just don’t know what to do.

Each time I am on stage I feel compelled to let everyone know to be careful out on our street. It just sends me into a tailspin when I find myself dreading walking down Oxford St, either hoping that I will not run into trouble or even waiting for a group of gay boys to walk with.

Surely you would think that to walk from Stonewall to the Midnight Shift would not be that risky but nowadays I suggest you don’t walk by yourself.

I am rallying to get as many people to take on my New Year’s resolution with me, Let’s make Oxford Street gayer.

Let’s hold hands, let’s kiss, let’s hug. If they find it so disgusting that two boys or two girls are comfortable enough to show their affection, then they may think twice about coming to our street next time. I don’t think it is about excluding anyone -“ for god’s sake, my parents are straight and I think my best friend could be also. But it is about respect.

Calling all showgirls: let’s try to push for a gayer Oxford Street. We get the opportunity to have a loud voice in the community, so let’s start getting heard.

If I was to walk down the main street of Parramatta on a Saturday night, a part of me would sort of expect to be called a faggot, but I find it appalling for it to happen in the same place where we are about to celebrate the biggest gay and lesbian parade in the world. Is that just me or am I going crazy?

EYESPY Vanity and I seem to have sunk to a new low. We now watch Town And Country on Foxtel because Prince Edward (the host) wears no undies under his chinos. Dirty, single old molls! Have a look.

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