Sydney doesn’t really have four seasons. It has gay seasons. Small, rotating windows of parties, long weekends, questionable decisions, and the recurring belief that this one will be chill. Right now, we’re in Mardi Gras Recovery. Also known as the time of year when every gay man in Sydney is either coughing glitter, apologising to […]
June last year I wrote a post called Pride & Legacy, a quiet tribute to the weight of the rights we carry, and the joy we now get to live out loud. I’d been reflecting on what we inherit, and what we leave behind. This feels like the next chapter of that. Because as Mardi […]
When the uproar about the Pink Pony Club on Oxford Street hit my feed, I didn’t think much of it at first. Another Sydney nightlife headline, I figured. But then I started scrolling through the comments. Older gays defending the idea of men-only spaces, younger queer people calling out exclusion, and everyone in between chiming […]
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