1963 –
Is a lesbian allowed to nominate a transgendered man as their favourite gay? I don’t care if the answer’s no, I’m doing it anyway.
After such a bold statement, what now? How do you describe what makes you happy?
Kiki and Herb makes me happy. Everything about them is right, from the shambolic performance and drunken misbehaviour to the passion that the foil betrays. When I watch them I feel cleansed, all my bitterness is soothed as the vileness of life is dissected and thrown in the trash. I laugh and cry and ache and seethe, it’s an emotional exorcism.
I knew I loved Kiki and then I clocked Justin, I couldn’t believe my eyes. He had long blond hair, was dressed to the nines and had a wicked little look in his eyes. I stood gawking like a slack jawed fool, he seemed amused by my confusion. After a few drinks I screamed “I love you”, he laughed and kissed my cheek.
I pursued him for a while then, foolishly, he spoke to me and allowed me to be his friend. He’ll never get rid of me now!
What I love most is his androgyny. He celebrates his femininity and is proud to be faggy, I can’t bear straight acting gays.
He is strong, intelligent, witty and endearing. He’s also a bastard, I wouldn’t like him if he wasn’t.
To borrow a line from the Tiger Lillies, he is my whore – the one that my twisted heart adores.
Dawn Right Nasty, London
