This post deals with eating disorders, and might be triggering for some readers.
It’s time to throw on the glitter face mask and turn up the Kylie.
The annual reminder that love is love, Mardi Gras, has arrived. Better known to the masses as the LBGTQIA+ community’s pilgrimage to Mecca... aka a seedy bar at the end of Oxford Street.
Australia’s queer culture is as rich as it is sequined. From the Queens in the desert and the aforementioned Minogues to the infectiously positive parade that takes place on Oxford Street each year, in March, queer people are encouraged to unite and celebrate pride and survival.
Watch: In his shoes, transitioning into Jess. Post continues below.
There is no denying that the acceptance of the queer community has ballooned during the 21st Century.
YAAAAS Queen, Queer Eye and Drag Race are now all acceptable dinner party conversations. And I for one couldn’t be happier that facets of queer culture has sashayed into the mainstream.
However, for every buffed up six-pack parade strutter and attendee of heaving Oxford Street bars in Sydney, there is an average sized queer person waiting for society to celebrate them.
Male queer culture in particular has been somewhat monopolised by one bodily and personality stereotype.
Looking at the representation of queer culture in decades gone by, you’d be forgiven for thinking all us queer people are meant to be loud and bubbly life of the parties, who match their disposition with a love of bubbly of the alcoholic variety.