If you find me attractive, you’re a little gay The music was loud and the crowd was boisterous.
After I’d wailed out the song, my hips swinging lustfully, I was greeted by some familiar banter from people in the crowd: ‘I don’t know what you are, but I like it,’ and: ‘I’m not usually queer, but tonight I might be’.
The feeling of simultaneously confusing and confirming lustful desire in these humans – desire that they may not have confronted in themselves before – was so electric.
It felt euphoric to sing a masculine song about wooing a woman off the streets.
I knew, even as a kid, that I didn’t want to subscribe to the classic ‘becoming a woman’ trope.
