Thanks to queer theory – and I mean that sincerely – discursive gymnastics are now an amusing accompaniment to our usually failed attempts to define slippery identity categories that we, by turns, lean into and resist as members of the queer community. I am as guilty as the next gay-queer of both grasping for and pushing against some tangible-yet-nebulous form of gayness. I spend a great deal of time thinking about how we define ourselves, think ourselves into the world, and navigate life as individuals and parts of larger wholes. I don’t have many answers; this makes me restless. Multitudinous as I am, though, I quite like being restless. Which brings me to my recently concluded excursion into the world of Bad Gays by Huw Lemmey and Ben Miller. Read More
