So. He’s happily accompanied me to various Prides, helped the London lesbian contingent by dishing out fridge magnets in Bristol, hovered nervously around the edges of an EDLcounter-demo – and even joined the massed ranks of women’sorgs on slutwalk, where he even learnt the chant of the day.
Closer to home, our family is a poster for diversity, with recently the entire rainbow – L, G, B and T – represented in just three individuals sat around our dinner table (myself, his mum and his uncle: i leave it to others to guess how that works).
But,with an up and coming charity event in Stamford next month, have i finally found his hard limit – in tutus and wings and magic wands? Read the rest of this entry »