Sophisticated Pervert

He has exquisitely poor taste. It’s not hard to spot a thinly-veiled affinity for the raunchy and lewd in the very way he carries himself. He’ll agree, subversion has its kicks, but indulgence is his top-priority. He’s probably the bastard son of Dorian Gray and John Waters. I’ve been calling him a “sophisticated pervert” —...

How Pretty in Pink Helped Me Discover My Queer Identity

My first camp crush was 100% polyester: a calf-length dress in baby pink with large blush polka dots, the fabric hung loose around the waist and crop sleeves falling blousily either side. The neckline drew up into a deep V which gave onto a panel of pink lace; the laced skimmed over collar bones into...