Alastair BlasterArtzand me are really proud to announce BLANKY #ART will be available to buy along with his friend and enemies soon .
A percentage will go to AAnnakennedyonlineeach story will tell how BLANLY helps teach about diversity and saving the planet you can read chapter one here . Chapter two is below Any publishers interested in the series please inbox me
Patrick stood at the edge of the basketball court, the ball clutched tightly in his hands. He’d watched the other boys play from his window countless times, imagining himself out there, hearing the thump of the ball and the cheers after a good shot.
Today, he’d worked up the courage to try.
But as soon as he stepped forward, the tallest boy—blond hair sticking up like he’d just rolled out of bed—blocked his way.
“What’s he doing here?” the boy called out.
The others turned.
“He’s… you know… strange,” another said, circling Patrick like a curious cat. “Doesn’t talk much. Always staring. Probably can’t even dribble.”
Laughter rippled around the court. One boy tilted his head in a mocking imitation of the way Patrick sometimes looked at things.
Patrick’s throat tightened. He wished they’d just let him play—but the words to explain himself never came easily.
In his pocket, Blanky stirred.
Patrick, came the gentle voice, let me help.
Before Patrick could answer, the little clay figure leapt from his pocket, soaring into the air. Mid-flight, Blanky’s form stretched, shifted, and solidified into a tall, muscular basketball player, wearing a gleaming red jersey and spotless sneakers.
The court went silent.
“Whoa… where did he come from?” one of the boys whispered.
Blanky caught Patrick’s ball, dribbling it with effortless speed before passing it back. Then he faced the group.
“You’ve got a problem,” he said calmly. “You think Patrick is strange because he’s different from you. But that’s not strange—it’s human.”
The boys shuffled uncomfortably.
“You don’t know this,” Blanky continued, “but Patrick lives with something called autism. That means his brain works in a unique way—he might see, hear, and understand things differently than you do. He might need a little more time to speak, or prefer to do things in his own way. But here’s the thing—different doesn’t mean less. And it definitely doesn’t mean weird.”
The blond boy frowned. “So… he’s just… him?”
“Exactly,” Blanky said. “And if you judge someone before you understand them, you’ll miss out on knowing amazing people. Like Patrick—who, by the way, is about to show you what he can really do.”
He passed the ball to Patrick, who took a steadying breath. Dribble. Step. Jump. The ball sailed through the air and dropped neatly through the hoop.
“Nice!” one of the boys said, surprised.
They played for the next half hour. At first, the passes to Patrick were cautious, but soon the others were calling his name, trusting his shots, laughing with him instead of at him.
When the game ended, Blanky smiled, stepped back, and shimmered down into his small clay form. No one noticed as he darted back into Patrick’s pocket.
See? Blanky whispered. Sometimes people just need to be taught how to see differently.
Patrick’s lips curled into a small, proud smile. Today, he wasn’t the “weird” kid. Today, he was just Patrick—the boy who could play.
In the wake of current events, 2Shades asks the question: “Is everyone unintentionally a little racist?” Are we, as a society, guilty of labelling others at a glance? Does our upbringing dictate our fear of those perceived as different? How can we move forward and ensure that everyone is seen — and treated — as equal?
These days, you can’t escape slogans like “Black Lives Matter” and “Trans Rights.” They’re everywhere — and it breaks my heart that we still need to say those words. We think of ourselves as a civilised society, yet some people still feel the need to proclaim that their lives have value. Even during the pandemic, crowds took to the streets, desperate to have their voices heard.
Strike at the Root
How, in 2025, do people still feel like their lives matter less? And why does anyone need reminding that a life matters? We all breathe the same air and wake up with similar hopes, dreams, and stresses. Why should anyone feel like others see them as lesser?
It’s time to ensure that future generations never need to be reminded of their worth. As with many serious issues, we must strike at the root. Since no one is born a racist, let’s teach children that we are all the same.
Racist — someone who believes that other races are inferior to their own and therefore treats them unfairly, discriminating against other races, religions, or anyone perceived to be part of a minority group.
Avenue Q and the Racist Song
About ten years ago, I was sitting in the notoriously uncomfortable Noël Coward Theatre — wondering if the Marquis de Sade had designed the seats for people under 5’2” who hadn’t eaten in weeks — waiting to see one of my guilty pleasures: Avenue Q. It’s a kind of adult puppet show that has me in stitches every time.
But there’s one song that makes me squirm: “Everyone’s a Little Bit Racist.”
Princeton, the puppet, asks Kate Monster, “You’re a monster, right? So are you related to Tricky Monster, my neighbour?” Horrified, Kate calls him out — and Princeton points out some of her own biases. Then they burst into song:
“Everyone’s a little bit racist sometimes…”
At first, I was indignant. “Don’t put me in that category!” I thought, leaving the theatre. Yet Kate Monster’s reaction hit a nerve. You wouldn’t believe how many times I’ve been asked if I know a certain gay person — just because I’m gay.
The Gay Book
At a wedding in Guernsey, a woman I’d never met ran up to me and blurted out, “I hear you’re gay! David from EastEnders is gay — do you know him?”
I replied, “No, but I’ll look him up in the gay book.”
Her eyes widened. “There’s a book?”
I assured her there was (she didn’t get the irony) and off she went to tell her friends — who seemed to find me fascinating purely because of my sexuality.
Was it ignorance, racism, homophobia, or just misguided curiosity? Either way, I felt uncomfortable — half-expecting a wicker man to be erected in the town square.
Yes, many people — even with good intentions — can be unintentionally racist or discriminatory. This subject is close to my heart, which is why I’ve hesitated to speak out. Take my beautiful best friend of ten years, Dee. Her incredible personality and talent struck me first — not the colour of her skin.
“This Is My Gay Friend”
My eyes roll when I hear someone say, “This is my gay friend.”
My friends aren’t defined by race, sexuality, or religion. They’re defined by loyalty, kindness, and character. That’s what I see in another human being.
The N Word
Race only becomes relevant when a friend opens up about painful experiences — like when, as a child, her white friend’s mother told her she wasn’t allowed to play with her anymore because she was a n——. She ran home in tears. Her mother gently said, “Sometimes people in this world aren’t very nice.”
Even as she told me this story, I could see from her eyes — from her posture — that the wound still hurt.
Statues and Cancel Culture
How do we fix things so that no child ever feels this way? Peaceful protest is one way — but let’s steer clear of mob mentality. Keep perspective.
Churchill, Gandhi, and other historic figures were undeniably racist by today’s standards. But judging them solely by modern values brings little progress. Where do we draw the line?
If a statue needs to come down due to proven atrocities, let’s campaign — legally and collectively — for its removal. Not through vigilantism.
I’m also unsure we’re achieving anything by banning old TV shows. These are cultural artefacts — uncomfortable, yes, but historically significant.
When I heard Fawlty Towers’ “The Germans” had been banned, it felt like the final straw. Little Britain is apparently gone too.
Racism Off the Scale
If you want to see truly racist shows, look at the 1970s — Alf Garnett, George and Mildred, or Not on Your Nellie. In one episode, Hylda Baker asks a Black policeman for directions, then says, “You won’t know, you’re not from here either.”
Benny Hill was rife with misogyny, homophobia, and racism — yet celebrated in the US. Even the Carry On films were full of it. Bo’ Selecta! was criticised by Trisha Goddard, though Mel B and Craig David participated. And White Chicks, where two Black men disguise themselves as white women, is still one of my favourites.
Trying to erase the past is futile. By all means, campaign — but let’s make democratic decisions, not let the loudest voices dictate.
“All Lives Matter” — But You’re Missing the Point
Yes, all lives do matter — but that’s not the point. It’s not that Black lives matter more — it’s that they haven’t mattered enough. Imagine seeing images implying your ancestors’ lives were worthless. How would you feel?
Foundations of Prejudice
Let’s not pretend racism only comes from white people. It exists in every race. So let’s examine the root causes.
It starts with children. Schoolbooks shouldn’t include just one token non-white character. Representation should be equal and authentic. Let’s integrate, educate, and explore our complex past while teaching why things must change.
Redheads
Growing up in 1970s Scotland, there were no children of colour in my school. But I still stood out — red hair, Scottish accent. I was different. I was bullied.
Even today, redheads are mocked. I’ve explained that redheads often have more sensitive skin — and even educated people look puzzled.
Katie Hopkins once said, “There’s nothing worse than a ginger boy in younger years.” Hateful. Nasty.
Me at 63 but back in school being a red head got be bullied ,
Your Correspondent
We may not be born racist, but it’s a poisonous lesson many absorb early. My dad hated the Welsh. He’d tell stories about a man who stole his army uniform and say, “Never trust them.” Yet he adored Katherine Jenkins. His views were racist, misogynistic, and homophobic — but typical of his time.
Enoch Powell
At family gatherings, kindly grandmothers would say things like, “I don’t mind the coloureds, as long as they don’t move in next door — it brings down the property value.”
A friend’s mum once declared, “Enoch Powell had the right idea.” His Rivers of Blood speech still echoes in some circles.
We must teach our children that judging or bullying others is never acceptable. We may come from different heritages, but we are one people.
Grace Jones and Harlem
My musical influences included Diana Ross, Nina Simone, and Ella Fitzgerald. Moving to London, I encountered other cultures — clubbing at places like The Embassy and Bangs Adams, dancing to Grace Jones and Sister Sledge. To me, dark skin was beautiful.
In New York, I was warned not to go to “Black neighbourhoods.” Why? “They’re dangerous.” That attitude is the problem. I went anyway.
Harlem in the ’70s was vibrant, full of life. But segregation — fuelled by fear — persists.
My early musical influences Diana Ross , Nina Simone , Sister Sledge
Hair
One good thing about the US: to become a licensed hairdresser, you must learn to style all hair types. Not so in the UK, where separate salons still exist for Black and white clients.
I’ve shown up to jobs where actresses looked horrified. One woman said, “No offence, honey, but no white boy’s touching my weave.”
She loved it in the end. The UK could learn a lot from America on this front.
Dee and Me
Dee and I are often mistaken for a couple. We’re not. But we’ve faced attitude — from both Black and white people — even in cosmopolitan London.
At a Caribbean funeral, I was twice asked to park cars. One man said, “Easy mistake. You all look the same.”
Harlem 1970
Conclusion
Racism is learned — and it’s everywhere. Real change won’t come from reactive outbursts. It starts with education. It starts with talking, not shouting.
Let’s stop teaching kids that some people are worth less. Let’s support organisations like Diversity Role Models, which go into schools and promote inclusivity.
Sometimes I wonder — if Earth were attacked by aliens, would we finally unite? Looking at today’s governments, I doubt it. After all, they can’t even agree on how to fight a virus.
‘Fag hag’ or beard is a gay slang phrase referring to women who associate generally or exclusively with gay or bisexual men. But you knew that already, didn’t you?
Now, I hate labels of any kind, but when a woman tells me, “I love the gays,” my toes curl. Even my nephew, at thirteen, was smart enough not to fall for that one. “They’re just like everyone else—good and bad,” he shrewdly pointed out. It’s funny in Ab Fab when Edina blurts out, “All my friends are gay.” Oh, the irony.
However, women who proudly label themselves as fag hags often raise serious red flags. I’ve heard it too many times: “Other women just don’t get me, but you and the gay guys do.” This is usually followed by something about liking bad boys in bed. That’s nice for them. Me? I want to be liked for who I am—not for my sexuality or a label.
On my first visit to a gay club—New York’s Limelight—I noticed lots of model-type women dancing. My friend said, “They feel safe here. They can dance and not get hit on.” It wasn’t long before straight men caught onto this and started frequenting the more glamorous gay venues. One night, I was with a group of guys when a stunning girl approached and said, “So sad you’re all gay. I’d f*** the lot of you!”
A little voice piped up, “I’m straight.” It was my pal who, though he leads the way in gay fashion, is 100% straight. Many men have tried their luck with him—the lady and him were in a taxi home minutes later.
Elizabeth Taylor. Wowza.
She loved the company of gay men—from Rock Hudson to Tab Hunter and Montgomery Clift—calling them her confidants. Tallulah Bankhead, when she wasn’t famously trying to sleep with gay men, preferred their company too. Even Mary Queen of Scots liked to quote the pretty men.
As for me—I just like people. It just so happens many of my closest friends are women: glamorous, powerful, and fabulous. But none of them would call themselves fag hags. With them, I’m still the old-fashioned gent: opening doors, walking roadside on the pavement, even pulling out chairs. Though some of these women try to lead while dancing—and pull out my chair instead.
Despite having my picture taken for a dating site, I’m no further along in love. One of my rocks, Liz Branson, is on the phone from her New York office. She splits her time between there, Dubai, and London.
“Have you done it?” she asks. Trying to change the subject, I ask when she’s next in London. There’s a pause.
“You haven’t,” she snaps, irritated. Then she barks: “Jo Allen’s. Tuesday. 9:30.” She doesn’t wait to see if I’m free—and hangs up. Ten minutes later, she texts: “If you are free, can you book it?”
Liz is great fun—always right, obsessively so at times. That’s part of what makes her successful, alluring, and fascinating. She’s also always late, often with some story. The truth? It takes her half an hour to oil her body so it glistens. That’s just part of her prep to go out. Despite her brass balls in business and her ability to crush high-powered men, she still likes to be every inch the high-maintenance woman.
She’s my Grace—as in Will & Grace. But it’s a myth that all women “get” gay men just because they hang out with us. Even women who say, “I’m a gay man trapped in a woman’s body,” can be shockingly naive.
The brilliant Will and Grace
A long-time friend recently remarked, after a theatre visit, that I’d loved the show because it had five scantily dressed young men. As pretty as they were, they left me sexually cold. She must’ve missed the memo—none of my boyfriends have been under 40.
My best gay mate knows that the cast of Peaky Blinders or Colin Farrell gets my pulse racing. Teen boys? They’re like watching Dita Von Teese dance—entertaining, but that’s all. This same friend once asked, “Why would you want to give head rather than take?” Well…
Peaky Blinders Top Men
Liz, for the record, didn’t really know any gay men before me—aside from one man who lived with her as straight and came out later. I think she assumed we all came from the same mould. She even rushed into another relationship with a gay man who promptly took her to gay bars and more.
Personally, I think friendships should be mutual. I’m fine in straight bars, and when I do visit gay bars, it’s usually for dinner or an event. Once, Liz called whispering: “I’m on Clapham Common.” Thinking there was a concert, I asked what was on. “No,” she replied, “I’m cruising with— Have you done this?” I nearly screamed. That was a step too far. That relationship ended when the guy tried to seduce Liz’s then-husband.
It wasn’t the first time I heard of women going cruising with gay men. My former boss was in a Freedom cab once when the driver said he was dropping condoms off at Hampstead Heath. She piped up, “Oh, I’ve been there!” Her gay friends had taken her. This phenomenon passed me by. I don’t cruise—it’s scary. And as broad-minded as I am, why would you take a woman?
Colin Farrell a dream .
Anyway—Liz is late again. She’s texted multiple times, blaming an Uber driver, a lion escaping from Regent’s Park Zoo, and a fire at a local orphanage. But when she finally arrives, she looks spectacular, and the whole restaurant turns to stare. Liz waves, hair glossy, eyes sparkling.
She’s now vegan—though she was already a nightmare in restaurants. After sending an omelette back four times once, I took a photo of the “perfect” omelette and handed it to the waiter the next day. She wasn’t amused—but it was funny.
Back to the evening. Only one waiter and one chef resigned since she placed her order—kidding. I suggest popping to Tesco for the soya sauce she insists on. That goes down like a lead balloon, as usual. She has everyone fussing over her.
There’s the usual gossip: a gorgeous executive she went skinny dipping with in Dubai (amazing in bed—15 years younger—is that too much?). Then, yet again, she brings up Darryl, the best sex of her life, who turned out to be a complete asshole. I’ve heard about him 90 times.
The good thing about Liz—she’s no energy vampire. She wants to know about you. Unfortunately, she’s fixated on my love life. She thinks my best pal and I should be together. “Why aren’t you with someone?” she asks.
People often miss this: gay men can have purely platonic friendships with other gay men. Of course, I love my best mate—but I have no plans to marry him. I joke, “Fine. I’ll propose next week.” Liz screams and wants champagne—until I admit I’m joking. Her face falls (as much as it can, post-Botox).
We laugh, drink, and just when I think we’re winding down, Liz insists we head to Old Compton Street. “Why?” I ask. She loves G-A-Y, apparently. But my gut tells me she’s obsessing about finding me a fella. I suggest Radio Bar instead. Blank look.
There’s no queue at G-A-Y. Inside, Liz grabs a drink and immediately turns into Cilla Black, introducing me to random men. “Who do you like?” she shouts. I feel like a rabbit in the headlights. “I’ll be discreet,” she yells. “I’m all good, thanks,” I say, hugging her.
She dances with drag queens and shouts, “I’m a gay icon!” Naturally, they all agree. She’s no Madonna or Judy, but for one night—she was. It was actually quite sweet.
Flushed with her success, we head to Rupert Street to meet a friend. Her one-woman show goes down well there too. I brief her beforehand not to mention dating him. She thinks he’s too young, so I’m safe.
Then Liz starts chatting to the handsome doorman—who’s straight and married. He calls me over: “Why don’t you take your girlfriend somewhere she can meet a man?” I grin. “She wanted to come here—not me.”
Who says she couldn’t meet a man there? My sister had a holiday romance with a gay club manager in Key West. Another female friend married a bartender from a gay bar.
So, Liz and I are still happily single—but watch this space for more
Happy Pride, everyone! just reflecting on Pride I thought Id share some background about me .
Becoming a counsellor wasn’t my first career choice. From a young age, my true passion was doing people’s hair. But strangely enough, hairdressing and counselling are closely linked. You know what they say: if you can’t afford a therapist, see your hairdresser!
In my case, it actually worked the other way around. My hairdressing career took off—I specialised in colour and built a hugely successful business. My CV includes working with celebrities and the rich and famous, and my colouring talent brought me into collaboration with some of the biggest names in the hair world.
But I always had a burning desire to really listen to my clients. No matter who they were—a rock star, a socialite, or a fashion icon—it became clear early on that we all face similar challenges: heartbreak, divorce, bereavement, anxiety, depression… the list goes on. People might argue that wealthy clients don’t have the same worries, but I’ve seen both ends of the spectrum. Money doesn’t always bring happiness.
That 16-year-old girl living in a Chelsea townhouse who wants to come out to her family isn’t so different from the one growing up in a council flat. Their circumstances may differ, but they’re both human and both deserving of support.
My fascination with people and their stories led me to retrain as a therapist. But it wasn’t just my clients who inspired me—it was also my own life.
I’m a gay woman and I came out in the 1990s. It was a brave move at the time—it certainly wasn’t trendy or widely accepted. We had very few role models: K.D. Lang, Melissa Etheridge, and Ellen DeGeneres were among the few out and proud. And let’s face it, lesbian characters in TV and film were usually portrayed as mad, bad, or dead. For many of us, The Killing of Sister George was the only reference point. Though it’s a classic with sensational performances, it doesn’t exactly paint a rosy picture of lesbian life.
(That’s why I’m so looking forward to the upcoming documentary on The Gate Club—the legendary lesbian venue on the King’s Road where parts of Sister George were filmed.)
When I came out, it raised a few eyebrows—even at the very trendy Vidal Sassoon salon in central London, where I was working at the time. Once word got out, some of my regular clients switched to other colourists.
While I had amazing support from some colleagues, moving on to other salons often meant facing homophobia—surprisingly, sometimes even from gay men. It’s not something we talk about often, but it’s real. Although my inner circle included fabulous gay men, there were definitely some who didn’t welcome us lesbians with open arms.
And believe it or not, I was refused entry to some gay clubs for looking “too straight”! Apparently, I was too femme.
Thankfully, times are changing. But we mustn’t take that progress for granted. Homophobia still exists in many forms, and we need positive role models, education, and continued activism to keep moving forward.
When I started studying to become a therapist, going back to college felt surreal. One classmate broke the ice by saying, “So proud to be your first lesbian!”—we’re still great friends to this day. But not everyone was welcoming. One peer was consistently rude and passive-aggressive. It was never openly discussed, but I strongly sensed a kind of veiled homophobia. Thankfully, the rest of the class were amazing, inclusive, and my tutor was truly sensational.
Back in the day, it would have been unthinkable to be openly gay in one successful career, let alone two.
Happy Pride, everyone! Let’s celebrate how far we’ve come. There’s still plenty of work to do, but I’m proud to be waving the rainbow flag—and I can’t wait to answer your emails.
Love, Heidi
Dear Heidi,
My girlfriend dumped me before the pandemic because she enjoys clubbing and going to bars. That’s just not my scene. I’m looking for something more meaningful—I want to meet someone and settle down. But dating apps and websites scare me, and the bar scene isn’t for me. Alex, Bethnal Green
Hi Alex, Thank you for writing in. You’re not alone—plenty of people feel intimidated by the modern dating world. The key is to find spaces that align with your values. Consider LGBTQ+ book clubs, walking groups, art classes, or volunteering for a cause you care about. These are great ways to meet like-minded people in a low-pressure environment. And if you ever decide to try dating apps, choose ones with detailed profiles—look for people who are also looking for something serious. Take small steps—you’ve got this! Love, Heidi
Dear Heidi,
My girlfriend and I have been together for two years and plan to marry next year. Recently, she’s expressed a desire to try threesomes, saying it’ll “spice things up.” I don’t want to lose her, but honestly, it’s not for me. What should I do? Madeline, Manchester
Hi Madeline, Your feelings are completely valid. Relationships should be based on mutual respect and clear boundaries. If something doesn’t feel right to you, you shouldn’t feel pressured to agree. Talk to your partner openly and honestly—express your feelings without judgement. A strong relationship can withstand differences, as long as there’s communication and compromise. The right partner will respect your comfort zone. Take care, Heidi
Dear Heidi,
I’m 19 and come from what you’d call a “rough” family. My two brothers and I are all amateur boxers. My dad is a real “man’s man” and uses words like “queer” as an insult. I’ve been dating girls to hide who I really am, but one of them suspected something when I didn’t want to go all the way—she called me a “poof.” I love my family, but what can I do, Heidi? Should I risk coming out? Mike, Blackpool
Dear Mike, Thank you for your honesty. Coming out is deeply personal, and only you can decide when the time is right. It’s okay to take your time. You don’t have to come out until you feel safe and ready. Remember, there’s no shame in protecting yourself emotionally and physically. If you ever feel unsafe at home, reach out to LGBTQ+ support groups—there is a community out there that will support and celebrate you for who you are. You’re not alone. With warmth and strength, Heidi.
Hello darlings! It’s time for David’s Book Club Reviews, and I’m absolutely thrilled to be joining the fabulous folks at 2SHADES this month. What a dazzling array of reads we’ve had!
From a sSmelly kid who defies the odds to become a number-one porn star and entrepreneur (yes, really!) to a stylish serial killer stalking London’s high society and showbiz darlings—this month’s selection did not disappoint. And let’s not forget the gripping Bleeding Fabulous: The Life of a Haemosexual—a memoir bursting with sequins, survival, and serious heart.
There’s also a gorgeously dark gothic horror set in Victorian London that sent shivers down my spine and had me clutching my feather boa in suspense. Plus, 13 other twisty, chilling, and utterly addictive short stories in Criminal Pursuits 2—each one more devious than the last.
Yes, my loves, they all get five stars from me. Call me generous if you will, but I had an absolutely fabulous time reading every single one. Drama, danger, glamour, grit—and always a twist in the tail. What more could a queen ask for?
If you’re looking for thrills, spills, and a few cheeky chills, these are the books to curl up with (preferably with a cocktail in hand).
Until next time, Love, David 💋
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Review ofCriminal Pursuits 2: This Is Me– 14 Dark Gems of Crime Fiction ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Criminal Pursuits 2: This Is Me is a superbly curated anthology of fourteen dark, twisted, and utterly engrossing short stories from some of the sharpest minds in contemporary crime fiction. As with the first volume, this second instalment delivers diverse voices and inventive plots, drawing readers into a variety of shadowy worlds where justice is murky, morality bends, and the human psyche is pushed to the brink.
Each story offers a unique lens into the criminal mind—ranging from psychological thrillers to revenge tales, noir romance, dystopian pacts, and unnerving hauntings. From the man teetering on the edge of a high building, to the woman whose inheritance turns deadly, the anthology brims with tension, clever twists, and haunting imagery. There’s a satisfying blend of styles, from hard-boiled grit to eerie suspense, that keeps the pacing lively and the reader guessing.
But the undeniable standout isKiller Queenby Steven Smith. Stylish, razor-sharp, and steeped in a deliciously dark sense of camp, Killer Queen turns the serial killer trope on its head. Smith’s flair for the dramatic meets a gritty crime plot as he introduces a killer with charisma, vengeance, and unrelenting flair. The story pulses with queer energy and glittering menace, without ever losing sight of its emotional core. It’s daring, provocative, and gloriously subversive—exactly the kind of story crime fiction needs more of.
This powerful collection includes a heartfelt foreword by Lisa Allen, CEO of Pink Ribbon, who reminds us of the real-life battles many face every day. Fittingly, all profits from this anthology go to the breast cancer charity Pink Ribbon, making this both a gripping read and a meaningful cause.
An absolute must-read—for your bookshelf and your heart.
Review ofSmelly Kidby Andy Lee
Smelly Kid by Andy Lee (with Dave Taylor) is a raw, unflinching memoir that grips you from the first page and never lets go. With a title that hints at both humour and hardship, the book plunges readers into the unforgiving world of a poverty-stricken Dublin childhood, where abandonment, hunger, and homelessness were part of daily survival.
By the age of twelve, Andy had already experienced more loss than many do in a lifetime—left without parents and living on the margins of society. What makes Smelly Kid so compelling, however, is not just the depth of suffering, but the incredible resilience that rises from it. Through heartbreak, Andy never loses his fighting spirit, and his story becomes one of transformation and hope.
Lee’s voice is honest, gritty, and disarmingly humorous. He recounts harrowing moments with clarity and purpose, but also with surprising warmth. Whether it’s finding brief refuge in the kindness of a stranger or navigating the chaotic streets of inner-city Dublin, his story resonates with a raw authenticity. His later journey into the adult entertainment industry is told with the same candid honesty, showing how unexpected paths can lead to reinvention and, ultimately, self-empowerment.
Smelly Kid is not your typical rags-to-riches tale. It’s more than a memoir—it’s a testament to human endurance and the possibility of hope in even the bleakest circumstances. Gritty, heartbreaking, and ultimately inspiring, this is a story that lingers long after the final page.
For anyone who believes that the past defines the future, Andy Lee proves otherwise. Smelly Kid deserves its glowing 4.8-star rating—it’s bold, unforgettable, and deeply moving.
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The Soul Thiefby S.L. Howe –
Samantha Lee Howe’s The Soul Thief is a deliciously dark slice of gothic horror that plunges readers into the chilling depths of Victorian Manchester. A haunting and atmospheric tale, this novel is perfect for fans of Sarah Waters, Carly Reagon, and anyone who enjoys eerie mysteries by candlelight.
Set in 1888, the story follows the weary Dr. Warren Carter as he navigates long, gruelling nightshifts at a hospital cloaked in shadows. When the enigmatic and beautiful young nurse Rosie vanishes without a trace after a late-night drink, the unsettling tone is set. More disappearances follow, and soon, a private investigator is drawn into a web of creeping dread and escalating horror.
Howe masterfully conjures a fog-soaked world where danger flickers just beyond the reach of gaslight. The novel’s strength lies in its brooding atmosphere, tight pacing, and an undercurrent of psychological unease. From the moment Dr. Carter’s carefully ordered world begins to unravel, readers are drawn into a nightmare that feels both timeless and intensely personal.
The writing is richly evocative, and the characters are sharply drawn—each with secrets that deepen the mystery. The blend of supernatural elements with the harsh realism of Victorian medicine creates a visceral contrast that heightens the suspense. The twists are deftly delivered and genuinely surprising, with the final chapters veering into thrilling, pulse-pounding territory.
With glowing praise from readers and reviewers alike, The Soul Thief delivers on every gothic promise: a crumbling setting, spectral threats, and a slow-burn horror that lingers. This is a novel to savour on stormy nights, ideally with a flickering candle and a cup of something strong.
Dark, twisty, and utterly absorbing, The Soul Thief is Victorian horror at its finest.
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Review ofBleeding Fabulousby Mark Ward –
Bleeding Fabulous: The Life of a Haemosexual is a powerful and unapologetically bold memoir by Mark Ward—a man whose life defies the odds, the stigma, and the silence surrounding one of the darkest chapters in UK medical history. With extraordinary candour, wit, and resilience, Ward recounts his journey from an ordinary boy in Letchworth to becoming the world’s first LGBTQ+ Ambassador for Haemophilia.
Infected with blood-borne viruses through contaminated NHS blood products, Ward faced not one, but multiple death sentences. Yet, as he puts it, “Faced daily with my own mortality, I chose to live fabulously.” And live fabulously he does—feather boas and all—delivering a narrative that is as heartbreaking as it is uplifting.
Far more than a personal story, Bleeding Fabulous is a searing indictment of the Infected Blood Scandal, a tragedy that devastated thousands. Ward’s role in campaigning for justice, including his instrumental work toward securing the long-awaited public inquiry, demonstrates his tireless courage and commitment to others affected by bleeding disorders, regardless of their sexuality.
What sets this memoir apart is its fearless humour, warmth, and emotional honesty. Ward invites readers into the rawest parts of his life, without ever losing his sense of style or spirit. His writing is elegant, often funny, and always deeply human. With a foreword by Sam Stein KC and praise from leading legal and medical voices, this memoir is both a personal triumph and a vital historical record.
Bleeding Fabulous is, quite simply, remarkable—a testimony to survival, to living boldly, and to fighting for truth and dignity in the face of systemic injustice.
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ A beautifully written, fiercely important, and undeniably fabulous read.
With his hotly anticipated new novel The Hacking on the horizon, author Steven Smith is showing no signs of slowing down. Always one to surprise, he’s taken an exciting detour into chilling new territory with his latest work — a darkly gripping short story titled Killer Queen. The tale features in the spine-tingling anthology Criminal Pursuits, edited by award-winning writer Samantha Lee Howe and created in support of the Pink Ribbon breast cancer charity.
Marking his first foray into the horror genre, Killer Queen promises suspense, social commentary, and a twist of the macabre. And if the glowing early reviews are anything to go by, this debut dip into horror certainly won’t be his last.
In this exclusive feature, 2Shades’ very own Queen of Conversations, Adishri Chengapa, sits down with Steven to talk twisted tales, creative risks, mental health, and what really scares him — beyond the page.
Adishri:Steven, what is Killer Queen about — without giving too much away?
Steven: In a nutshell, it’s a horror story, yes — but also a reflection on society and the illusionary nature of fame and show business. We live in a time where, if The Emperor’s New Clothes were written today, the boy shouting, “He’s naked!” would probably be sued or cancelled. The victims in Killer Queen see only what they want to see — and that’s ultimately their downfall.
Adishri:How did you get involved with Criminal Pursuits?
Steven: I was chatting with my great friend, Samantha Lee Howe — who is, quite frankly, the queen of horror stories — and she mentioned this anthology she was curating in support of the Pink Ribbon breast cancer charity. As soon as I heard about it, I jumped at the chance to be involved. I’d had the idea for Killer Queen bubbling in the back of my mind for a while, and Sam, as both an editor and an author, is incredibly encouraging. Once I got started, the hard part was actually keeping it short!
Adishri:Your first book, Powder Boy, was quite the shocker. Do people see you differently now?
Steven: People often ask me that. Powder Boy was about a womanising, coke-dealing charmer. Honestly, maybe because I’m a gay man, some people assumed I couldn’t have written it — particularly because it features a lot of heterosexual erotica. That’s almost insulting. One of my strengths as a writer is observing and listening. Many of my male friends are what they call straight, and I don’t find it difficult to see things from their perspective. Most of the “conquests” in Powder Boy are based on real stories I’ve been told! If people see me in a different light because of it, so be it. If they genuinely think I am that character — then they’re probably not the kind of people I need in my life anyway.
Steven: Always. I was writing little plays and short stories from a very young age. I’m slightly dyslexic, but no one really noticed. I have an O-level in English Literature and Oral English — but I failed English Language. I was labelled “careless” and “stupid,” and that kind of trauma kept me away from writing for years. In today’s world, the way I was treated to help with things like homework would probably be considered abusive.
I respond best to encouragement — being lifted up, not torn down. It was journalist Jane Moore who changed my life. She asked me to write a column, and I tried every excuse to get out of it, but she wouldn’t take no for an answer. Thanks to predictive text and writing tools, being dyslexic isn’t the barrier it once was. Jane gave me the push I needed, and it turns out I had a flair for writing and interviewing. Helen Galley, a brilliant teacher of journalism, taught me the technical side of freelance writing — and I’ve never looked back.
Adishri:You write often about mental health. Do you feel men are opening up more about how they feel?
Steven: Not enough. Society still expects men to be these stoic John Wayne types — never showing emotion, never being vulnerable. That attitude is changing slowly, but there’s still a long way to go. We need to teach kids from an early age that it’s okay not to be okay — and also equip them with the tools to cope with real life, including bullying and rejection. Especially if you’re creative or different in any way, you’re going to stand out — and be a target
“Big boys don’t cry” is one of the most harmful phrases ever invented. I know someone with severe anxiety who would rather say they had an incurable disease than admit what they were really struggling with. That’s tragic.
Steven: That makes it sound like I’m dying! [laughs] But yes, I’m 64. And sometimes when I look in the mirror, I still see that scared little boy looking back. Regret, to me, is a self-indulgent emotion. I’ve had some amazing experiences and opportunities, but I’ve also endured things that would make most people wonder how I’m still here. I treat them as life lessons. I move on.
Maybe I regret not pursuing certain relationships — a few people made offers I didn’t take up. But overall? I’m lucky to be me.
Steven: My sister Karen read Killer Queen and said it was “smart, dark, and totally captivating.” She’s not one for false praise — she’s very no-nonsense — and she thinks it would make a great full-length book. So that’s something I’m exploring.
I’m also putting the finishing touches on a very personal project — a book about my late partner, titled Annand and Me. And I’ll be launching a podcast later this year.
Quickfire Round
Sushi or steak? Sushi. I don’t eat red meat or pork.
Favourite films? Blade Runner, Breakfast at Tiffany’s, and All About My Mother.
Biggest turn-off? People who think it’s okay to fart in public. Honestly.
If you were mayor for a day? I’d fine people who walk while texting or staring at their phones. And I’d get to work immediately on helping the thousands of homeless people in London and across the UK.
What do you find romantic? I haven’t been on a date in ten years. Even my First Dates date cancelled on me! But to me, romance can be something simple — like walking through a park or sharing lunch with someone you love.
Madonna or Lady Gaga? Madonna — all the way. I know as a gay man I’m supposed to go wild for Kylie’s Padam Padam or Lady Ga Ga’s Abracadabra — but I find them irritating. I like Charlie XCX, but I’m more of a Lou Reed and Bowie fan at heart.
A true gay icon blows into town this October with her one-woman show. No, I’m not talking about Madonna — this icon of the stage won’t charge you hundreds to see her and will be on time. Frances Barber will be reviving her role as Billie Trix, the washed-up, drug-taking pop star who will have you howling with laughter. Steven Smith chats with Frances ahead of the show.
You appeared in ‘Closer to Heaven’ at the Arts Theatre in 2001, written by Jonathan Harvey with music by the Pet Shop Boys. It’s said that ‘MUSIK’ was written especially for you. How did you get together, and what makes the collaboration work so well?
It seems like yesterday that Closer to Heaven opened to savage reviews. It was ahead of its time — the critics just didn’t know what to make of it. Most of them had no idea about clubs like Heaven or the gay scene and drug culture. But one thing they did take to was Billie Trix, the washed-up, drug-taking German singer I was lucky enough to play.
Jonathan Harvey is a brilliant writer, and the Pet Shop Boys’ music is superb. It’s been 19 years since the show opened and we’ve remained friends. One night at dinner we just said, “We have to do it.” We’re all passionate about what we do, so it works well.
I was lucky enough to see ‘MUSIK’ the first time around — it was simply genius! What were your musical influences growing up, and what about now?
Well, you might be surprised by how eclectic my taste is. Being one of six children, I had diverse music coming at me from all angles. My older siblings were into Eric Clapton, Cream and The Beatles, while Mum and Dad liked Sinatra and Shirley Bassey. My mum would’ve been bowled over if she’d seen me at her 80th birthday!
For me, Northern Soul, Punk, and David Bowie’s Aladdin Sane were huge influences.
If you had actually met Andy Warhol, what two questions would you have asked him?
Oh gosh! First, how did he come up with the idea for the Campbell’s soup images? Was he under the weather, opened a tin, and thought, “Here’s an idea”?
And second, the obsession he seemed to have with Marilyn — the four images he created: victim, survivor, manipulator, glamour. I’ve always wondered what he really thought of her.
Your character in ‘MUSIK’, Billie Trix, transitions from music to art. If you could spend one day at any gallery in the world, where would it be? Whose artwork do you find most inspiring?
To be straight with you, I’m not an art connoisseur myself. I just know what I like, and I enjoy going to galleries and looking at art. The Rijksmuseum in Amsterdam is one of my favourites — the lighting there is beautiful, and The Night Watch is so powerful.
Peter Greenaway brings art to his films in so many ways, but it’s his lighting that’s truly magical. Filming A Zed & Two Noughts was just a beautiful experience.
Billie Trix amusingly appears to inhale half of Peru during the show! Drugs are increasingly prevalent in the UK and LGBTQ+ party community — especially ‘Ket’ and ‘GHB’, which are sadly linked to deaths. Do you think ‘MUSIK’ will spark conversations about drug use or glamorise it? Is there enough public information about these newer drugs?
Look, what people do is none of my business — we’re all grown-ups and live our lives. But yes, this new trend does worry me, especially for young people. I only became aware of chem-sex parties while I was working in LA.
People can do what they like, but when you read that someone has raped over 170 people using one of these popular drugs, you really think: it’s time for more education and awareness.
You’re a gay icon and also a passionate supporter of LGBTQ+ rights. Are you concerned that these rights might be affected by the current political climate, those who voted against gay marriage and LGBTQ+ education in schools without parental consent?
My feeling is that Boris Johnson is more liberal than his predecessors. He has a little crazy streak in him and I don’t think he’ll allow LGBTQ+ rights to be rolled back — at least I hope he won’t. But let’s not forget, there are people in all parties who don’t exactly wave the rainbow flag.
You resigned from the Labour Party and criticised Jeremy Corbyn. Were you surprised by the election results? Would you consider returning under a new leader, and do you see any strong candidates emerging?
I joined the Jewish Labour Movement, so I still have a vote. Like many others, I was expecting a hung parliament — it was a bit of a wake-up call. Lisa Nandy is getting my attention as a potential leader, though.
You appeared alongside Annette Bening, Jamie Bell, Vanessa Redgrave and Julie Walters in Film Stars Don’t Die in Liverpool. Have you ever considered moving to Los Angeles? Do you feel more passionate about film or theatre?
Oh, I’ve done the LA thing! A few years ago, I gave it a go and it was… interesting. I’m glad I waited until later in life — I’m not sure the younger me would’ve coped with it, to be honest. It’s not as exciting as you’d think.
Who would you love to work with that you haven’t yet had the chance to?
There are so many wonderful people I’ve had the pleasure of working with — from Dame Judi Dench to Vanessa Redgrave. But Helen Mirren? She’d be a dream. She’s just superb.
You famously dated legendary director Danny Boyle. Are you in a relationship now?
Oh dear, Danny! It’s wonderful how well he’s done. Yes, we’re still in touch — I called him when he won the Golden Globe to congratulate him. And yes, I am in a relationship. Silence! (laughs) — They’re not in the business, but I’m happy.
Quickfire Round
City or beach break? Oh, beach break.
Your favourite place in London? The Tate Modern — I just love it there.
What film would you take your partner to see? Without a doubt, Some Like It Hot — Jack Lemmon, Tony Curtis, Marilyn Monroe. It’s perfect in so many ways.
Chinese or Japanese food? Japanese.
If you were Mayor for a day, what one thing would you change about London? This won’t make me popular, but I don’t care — get rid of those cycle lanes! They make the roads worse.
There is no doubt that Mickey Rourke has been the best thing to happen to Celebrity Big Brother this year. He is a fascinating mix of Victor Meldrew’s grumpy bluntness and Keith Richards’ wild, unpredictable charm. Arriving with no filter whatsoever and the wide-eyed confusion of Alice falling through the looking glass, he often seems unsure of exactly where he is. It’s not only comedy gold; it’s also a stark reminder of how hypersensitive our society has become — many ready to cry into their decaf almond milk lattes at the slightest provocation.
I had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Rourke many years ago at The Abbey Coffee Shop in West Hollywood, back when he was dating Carrie Otis. The Abbey, a famous LGBTQ+ venue, was buzzing as usual. Rourke, accompanied by his two beloved dogs, stopped me to ask about mine. We chatted briefly (I’ll admit I was a little starstruck — Angel Heart remains one of my all-time favourite films). My point is this: Mickey Rourke is not homophobic. He simply comes from a different time. The man is 72 years old. Perhaps, unlike some of the more publicity-hungry contestants, he doesn’t feel the need to self-censor or meticulously filter every word he utters.
My instinct tells me that JoJo might have handled the situation differently had she not been so consistently stunned — she often wore the look of a “rabbit in the headlights.” Fortunately, Chris Hughes, the charming and grounded contestant every parent would approve of, stepped in calmly to defend her. He restored order with dignity and compassion, providing a rare and refreshing moment of true humanity in a show increasingly dominated by outrage culture.
Chris Hughes the man you want your son or daughter to bring home
Let’s be honest: in the real world, prejudice and inappropriate comments are unfortunate realities many people will face. Mickey’s comments weren’t right, but they also didn’t merit his removal from the house. What’s needed is guidance and understanding, not instant condemnation and cancellation. We must be able to differentiate between malice and ignorance, between true harm and clumsy missteps.
Predictably, it wasn’t long before others saw an opportunity to capitalize on the situation. Donna Preston, a comedian by profession, was told by Rourke — while he lounged under an LED face mask — “You are what you eat.” Rather than respond with wit or humor, she ran crying to her team. For someone who makes a living out of comedy, it was a surprising reaction. Where was the banter, the quick retort that a seasoned performer should deliver with ease?
Donna Preston easily offended .
At this point, I began to feel genuinely sorry for Rourke. Things only deteriorated further when Patsy Palmer took offense at a mild comment about her cooking and ended up in tears. It begs the question: where has resilience gone? Life is full of difficult people who speak bluntly or unkindly. If we are reduced to tears by every offhand remark, how will we cope with the harsher realities that life inevitably throws our way?
Patsy non chewable broccoli leads to tears
As many know, I am a strong advocate for mental health awareness. I have faced my own battles with depression and anxiety. However, one of the most important lessons I have learned is the value of resilience. The only way to overcome bullies and unkind individuals is to develop inner strength. If we allow their words to break us, then they have won.
In my childhood, my imagination became my sanctuary. It helped me navigate bullying at both school and home, allowing me to rise above it rather than be crushed by it. Today, while mental health education is crucial, it is equally important that we teach children and young adults how to endure adversity. Bullying and cruelty will never disappear entirely. Learning how to manage, respond, and thrive despite them is essential.
Celebrity Big Brother has, perhaps unintentionally, become a mirror reflecting today’s cultural fragility. And frankly, it’s worrying.
We need a generation that can distinguish between genuine harm and an ill-judged comment. We need young people who can face challenges head-on, who can understand intent rather than automatically assuming the worst, and who can survive — and even thrive — in a world that will not always be kind.
Toughness doesn’t mean lacking empathy or kindness. It means having the inner strength to pick yourself up after a setback, to laugh off the jibes, and to rise above the noise. Without it, we risk raising a generation ill-equipped for real life.
Mickey Rourke’s stint on CBB might just end up being more than television entertainment. It might serve as a wake-up call about where we are heading — and a reminder of the resilience we so desperately need to reclaim.
Massive props to Danny Beard — he’s not just bringing the yeast to the bread, he’s practically baking a whole bakery at this point! As for Trisha… well, I’ll spare you the rant, but let’s just say Michael Fabricant and I are singing from the same hymn sheet.
Now, if Mikey manages to hang on much longer, he might just sneak a win — stranger things have happened! That said, my money’s still firmly on Chris or Danny to take the crown.
Danny Beard bringing the laughs to the CBB House .
No matter how good David Beckham looks in his BOSS underpants, there is absolutely no way I am paying £45 or more for a pack of three. Even if he personally delivered them to my door, it would still be a firm no from me.
It’s not that I’m being tight with money — far from it. I live a very busy and active life, constantly working out, dashing from place to place, and keeping on top of everything. For me, my underpants need to be practical above all else. They must offer strength, durability, and a feel-good factor against my skin. In short, they have to work hard and feel great at the same time.
From my personal experience, even some of the big-name designer brands don’t always deliver. In fact, some of them don’t last much longer than cheaper alternatives, and when you’re paying prices that rival the cost of a good pair of jeans, it’s hard not to feel resentful. I still want to look and feel good in my underwear, of course, especially with summer fast approaching. Warmer weather means I’ll be out and about a lot more, and let’s be honest — I’ll probably need to change my underpants at least twice a day.
Now, here’s the great news. Listen up, boys, girls, and everyone in between who loves staying up to date with the latest must-have fashion in men’s underwear. I have found the very best option out there — and it won’t break the bank!
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FM London started back in 2015 with three brothers who were completely fed up with paying ridiculous prices for basic clothing. They decided to do something about it and created a no-fuss brand that delivers real quality without the hefty price tag.
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This is my top recommendation for the summer — affordable, comfortable, and practical. Plus, they still look great enough to wear on a date night (whatever that is these days!) and bring a little bit of sexy back into your wardrobe.
So if you want to feel good, look good, and not spend a fortune, check them out. Trust me, your underwear drawer will thank you.
We are living in an era where serious fraud is celebrated, and the tale of The Emperor’s New Clothes feels more like reality than fiction. If you dare to point out the truth—that the emperor is, in fact, naked—you might find yourself in court. It’s an utterly unhinged world we live in.
I am at a lovely lunch in the heart of Essex, a place synonymous with spray tans, hair extensions, Botox, and outrageously long lashes. To say the least, I fit right in. My gorgeous companion has abandoned extensions yet looks stunning, appearing even fresher and more youthful than the rest. She is what I would call real. When she did go the false route, she never told tall tales or passed them off as her own. She is genuine—in fact, we once joked about the extensions needing food parcels. If she had lied, I wouldn’t trust her.
So, when I recently noticed a trans woman using what I find to be the most troubling and manipulative card of all—the “Dead Life” card—I was deeply concerned. And now, everyone is expected to either accept her version of events or face being sued. This isn’t a joke—it’s a serious issue.
For those unaware, the “Dead Life” concept allows individuals who have transitioned to rewrite their past. Not only can they change their pronouns (I am totally with) but in some cases, they can craft entire fictional histories for themselves—transforming their previous existence into something entirely unrecognisable. A bit like The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, where a whole new world is created from imagination.
Now, let me be absolutely clear: I have had the privilege of knowing many incredible, talented, and brave trans women. They have undergone their journeys to become their authentic selves, and in my eyes, they are now—rightfully—women. Interestingly, none of them have resorted to the “Dead Life” tactic. Instead, they have spoken openly about their lives, their struggles, and their triumphs, offering guidance and inspiration to others. One such example is the incredibly lovely India Willoughby, newsreader and presenter.
Gorgeous and talented India Willoughby and asset to us all and role model for the trans community.
However, let’s consider a different scenario. Suppose I told you that, at 16, I was an astronaut and had a torrid affair with Madonna. That would be an outright lie (all but an amusing one). At 16, I was, like many others, just a regular teenager experiencing life. But here’s the difference: if I were to publish a book claiming such fabrications as fact, people would rightfully call it out as nonsense.
Madonna called for you to “Express yourself ” not lie .
So why is it that a trans woman can write a memoir claiming that, at 17, she was a stunning young woman having an affair with a well-known pop star (now deceased)—when, in reality, at that time, she was a 17-year-old boy with acne? The claim that she auditioned for a well-known girl band when she would have needed a good shave for that is also questionable. But what’s really worrying is the superimposition of pictures of herself as a girl into family photos when, in fact, she was a boy.
How can publishers allow this and sell it to an unsuspecting public? It is deceitful. Should we sue?
Even newspapers are reporting such blatant fabrications as truth. It makes Trump’s propaganda look like child’s play. As a community are we not all up in arms about his lies ?
Lies are not facts. Yet, we live in a time where, if The Emperor’s New Clothes were rewritten today, the boy who dared to shout, “He’s naked!” would be the one dragged into court. It’s insanity. Serious fraud is being rewarded, and if you speak out against it, you are painted as the villain.
Now, I am sure that many trans women who invoke the “Dead Life” narrative are simply living their lives quietly and not publishing books filled with fabricated stories. But as a community, we are in danger.
On 5 March, Legendary Children (All Of Them Queer) screened for the first time in London to a sold-out crowd. The screening marked the end of LGBT+ History Month and was followed by a Q&A with human rights campaigner, Peter Tatchell, who said he hopes the film inspires others towards activism.
Peter Tatchell made an incredibly insightful point. He doesn’t just work within LGBTQ+ charities; he also volunteers in a range of organizations, including those within religious communities that have historically been homophobic. By leading through example—by showing up, engaging, and being part of these spaces—he changes minds. That is real activism.
A humble hero Peter Thatchell
Many trans people do not wish to be part of the LGBTQ+ community, and that is their choice. However, for now, they remain within it. They are welcome. But honesty must remain at the core of any community. Without honesty, we lose trust, and once trust is broken, everything begins to crumble.
When a con artist exploits the “Dead Life” card to fabricate a fictional past and present it as fact, we all suffer. We need to hold individuals accountable. My hope is that someone exposes this person for who they truly are—so that they may serve as an example to others not to go down the same route,
Because, at the end of the day, she is spoiling it for the others.
The incredible Boy George and 2hades favourite David Hoyle a star .
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