Fifteen years ago today, in the early hours of a Sunday morning, a friend and I walked out of a London nightclub. A middle-aged drag queen was slumped against a wall, clearly distraught. She was flanked by three other club-goers, all of whom looked equally upset.

"That poor girl...

It's summertime, and because the majority of the gay population doesn't have kids, we spend what would have been the diaper money on lavish vacations or spur-of-the-moment excursions. We hope that the palm trees, signature cocktails, and endless parades of hard bodies on the beach will fill the voids in...

It has been a spectacular 18 months for Britain: a royal wedding, a jubilee celebration, and now we're hosting the Olympic Games. We are, to use a common British phrase, "the dog's bollocks" in 2012.

As a British man living in the States, I am not totally oblivious to the...

Growing up in the 1980s, in a small town on the south coast of England, the choice of television programming was, to say the least, very limited. With only four channels we weren't exactly spoilt for choice. However, every Wednesday night at 8 p.m., my entire family would gather around...