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.
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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 [...]
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.
Last Thursday night, friend and I went along to see the Wild Oats Productions performance of The Laramie Project as part of the 7th International Dublin Gay Theatre Festival (IDGTF). The Laramie Project is a play documenting the murder of Matthew Shepard in October 1998.
I knew in advance that I was about to enter a Michelin-starred chef’s restaurant, and ask whether his recipes could be modified for my needs. …What was I thinking? I prepared myself for battle..
The idea of the Alternative Debs is that it’s the debs YOU always wanted, not what your school said you could have-as in with the Alternative Debs you can wear whatever you want and bring whoever you want… So, I wore a suit and brought a girl, which was a huge change from my own debs when I had to wear and dress and bring a guy.
Sometimes film makers decide to have a bash at an old classic. At times this can be a stroke of genius and at other times we all wish they had left well enough alone. Unfortunately the 2009 remake of Alan Parkers 1980 classic, Fame, is the latter. It falls short in every category and is one to be missed in my opinion.
Ah, the George. The very name of this bar stirs up so many memories for people. For the older readers, it may cast people’s minds back to the time it was a dedicated “tea room” (it opened in 1985, eight years before decriminalisation). For others, to some weird or random experience a few years back.
What were you as a child? Were you the kind who experienced gloopy Chinese food, like no other gloopy Chinese food? The most un-Chinese of foods? And were you the kind of child who loved it? If the answer to any of these questions is “Yes” then Jimmy Chung’s just might be for you!