I think I was about 16 when my dad came out as gay. Following a series of hospitalisations relating to his mental health, the time had come for him to start talking about his sexuality. In the years that have since passed, I have also come out and subsequently been asked various reductive and predictable questions...
Are you a 'romantic paranoiac'? Defined in Alain De Botton's 2006 book Essays in Love, as a tendency to misread sexual interest in the body language and conversation of others. Men, much more than women, see sexual intent in the opposite gender's friendly gestures. Working out who really fancies us may be down to evolution and psychology.
Having spent most of my formative years getting riled up over the fact that my ovaries reduce my pay packet in comparison to my male peers, it's hard to get turned on watching something which is grounded in the idea that women exist for the sexual gratification of men. However, as much as I'd like to claim that I selflessly stopped watching porn because I'm a committed feminist, that's not strictly true.
The eruption of 'mommy porn' typified in E.L James' 50 Shades series has been argued by some as a marker for female sexual empowerment. I will agree that it has enlightened a change in coffee table conversation, in a similar way to the emergence of Ann Summers' parties; but here's the rub - the series isn't actually representative of BDSM or female empowerment - it's simply about male possession.
Let's go back to the beginning and start with Madonna and me. Against what some people think is the gay 'stereotype', I'm not really one of her fans. However, my actions after watching her arrival on the red carpet and then performance, I played true to stereotype and took to social media to comment on her appearance.
We all should know every Muslim is not a potential terrorist. Every Catholic priest is not necessarily a paedophile anymore than every blonde woman in a short skirt is a dumb bimbo. Every person who wears spectacles isn't an intellectual either despite the beliefs of Pol pot and the Khmer rouge that perpetuated stereotyping a la social engineering.
It is tragic that Daley had been forced to come out. But anyone setting out on the road to a life in the spotlight must think twice. Once you swap your particular talent, be it singing, competing at sport or acting for a life as a "personality" then the reality is all bets are off. Your life is public property.
Tom Daley is gay! The ridiculously tanned, ridiculously toned, young gay icon has revealed he has had a boyfriend for months. All the guys across the world who may have watched the Olympic diving less for the pike position and more for Daley's tiny speedos can rejoice, as his heterosexual teen girl fan base cry into their goggles. Except, actually, he isn't gay, or at least hasn't said as much.
The private life of Gore Vidal is what fascinated journalist and author Tim Teeman. In his illuminating new book In Bed with Gore Vidal: Hustlers, Hollywood and the Private World of an American Master, Tim reveals the sexual rollercoaster that was Vidal's life, and how this rollercoaster shaped his views on sex and sexuality in general.