All Cheerleader Die is a film with a knowingly hilarious with a cast who throw themselves into the fun of things. Put on some popcorn, grab a beer, turn your brain off and find out that hell hath no fury like a bunch of cheerleaders scorned!
With 12 previous CDs under her belt, it’s now becoming a regular thing to see a new one from the now 40-something diminutive Aussie every couple of years. With a highly positive public image, having survived a cancer bout, gone through a couple of difficult relationships and renewed her loyal gay fan base with a return to the iconic Sydney Lesbian and Gay Mardi Gras festival (only her sister Danni, can match her number of appearances at the same event), Kylie now returns to her pop roots after a delightful acoustic album a couple of years ago (“Better the devil you know” as a swing number was especially fun).
Mouth Open Story Jump Out is a bit of a ramble and a bit of a rant. It may be unpolished, but it’s funny, touching and well worth a read.
A Map For Love is a Chilean film by director Constanza Fernández about the trials of introducing your girlfriend – indeed the concept that you have a girlfriend – to your parents.
Country-inspired singer-songwriter pop is hardly new territory for queer female artists. Emerging artist Tylan follows firmly in the footsteps of country giant k.d. lang with her debut album, One True Thing.
It isn’t easy or cheap to have a child when you’re a lesbian. Less so when you’re a gay man. If you happen to be a single, 30-something gay man who works in a comic book store, the money probably isn’t there.
Turn Me On, Goddammit, is scheduled for release in the United Kingdom on March 25th, and will hit the shelves with a 15 certificate (unsurprising, given the amount of explicit content – including at least two shots of an actual penis – consider yourselves warned!) and a £15. 99 price tag.
Naomi Wolf is probably the least self-aware person in the world. I’m sure many of you may have heard of her new book Vagina. It’s been the talk of the book sections of all the newspapers for the last couple of weeks. Having read it myself, I can see why, and not in a … [Read more...]
Patricia Highsmith is most famous for her Ripley novels and for Strangers on a Train. In 1948, Highsmith began her one non-suspense novel. The Price of Salt was a love story between two women, and has been re-published under the title Carol. Even in a brighter time, Carol is a novel to rekindle your defiance.
Naturally, when a new album is released by any group or recording artist, people are anxious to hear what it’s like. Is it amazing? Do your ears feel drugged from the intoxicating melodies and explosive beats? Or is it awful?
Pussy Wagon is the women’s night held in The George on the first Friday of every month. Sporting live performances, it has a different vibe from other lesbian nights out there and this fact, coupled with the varied set lists from the various DJs who have played there so far, makes for an excellent night out.
By the end of this article you’ll probably think I’m paid by Café Paradiso to write this, as I genuinely haven’t had such a good experience in an eating establishment ever before.
Imelda May has one of those voices. Rich, full, powerful and positively vintage in every way. As my sister said, her voice ‘just oozes sex like!’. Upon hearing her for the first time with ‘Johnny Got A Boom Boom’, I was instantly struck with curiosity. I had heard rockabilly music before, but never straight from Ireland.
I’m an avid fan of being terrified. I could say “an avid fan of horror movies” but how do we even define a horror anymore? Is a good horror movie defined by its use of gore? Of obscuring the “baddy”? Of providing constant situations of “jumpy bits”? Horror nowadays seems to fall into a new genre of “Torture porn”.
Dublin’s George’s Street is one point of the gay triangle in the capital, with all of the pubs gay-friendly and the best restaurants full of Dorothy’s homies. So, when myself and the missus fancied a cheap and cheerful, we decided to try out So-Ho.