Imagine a society in which a 26 year old transgender female, who has lived her whole entire life as a woman, and undergone 6 years of gender reconstructive surgery to finally feel emotionally content in her own skin, committed a minor crime, and was sent to one of the countries toughest prisons to serve her 12 week sentence. Sounds barbaric, doesn't it? Wouldn't happen in the UK? Well unfortunately that's not the case.
Betting firms causing outrage by offering bets on outrageous things has become a standard way of getting the media to do their PR for them. The press will write acres of condemnation that would have taken a million barrels of ink to publish before the internet. Until now, none of these has made me angry.
Rocky Horror recognises and draws upon the issues of sexuality and gender that mocks society's attitudes towards these matters. Sadly for some reason it has taken 40 year for parts of society to even truly consider taking a page out of Rocky Horror's book, and begin to accept sexuality and gender fluidity.
The outright rejection of you based on your race is tempered not by more understanding men, but by attraction to you based on your race, or more specifically, based on pre-conceived notions of what your race has to offer: Big cocks, thug-like masculinity, animalistic lust. When you're strong, you ignore it. When you're desperate, you capitulate.
I guess either that or the closet was in the middle of Oxford Street and you didn't have any clothes on or something. Or the closet was in your friend's room and you hid in it as a practical joke but then they came home and started having sex on the bed. That would probably make coming out the closet a bit harder...
In the same decade that we moan of 'political correctness gone mad' and 'positive discrimination', why are talented members of minority groups still hugely underrepresented on our televisions, radios and in our films? I am tired of being the only woman in an interview lineup, simply because the job had the word 'technician' in the title.
Coming out is probably the most awkward, fumbling thing you could ever imagine. It's like being inside a really warm closet filled with fluffy jackets, but where all the coat hooks are stabbing at you. It's something that doesn't just happen once; it has to be done on a constant basis. And despite what everyone says, taking the leap of faith is not the only option. Unfortunately, before you read any further, you need to know that there's no right and no wrong answer. All I can tell you are the things that I have learned in my 21 years of being a booted-and-sometimes-suited lesbian. My ramblings are not the definitive answer to dealing with sexuality. All I hope is that they provide a little light relief.