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Writer type who's obsessed with the 80's. Bylines in Huffpost, Independent and Stylist.
I write about queer life, identity, chronic illness, video games & film.
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When I stepped off the train that day, I already knew I wasn't going to make it. As I ran to the nearest toilet and frantically tugged at the handle, a station guard approached me. 'This toilet is for disabled people only,' he noted, examining my apparent ableness.
As the 74th Cannes Film Festival drew to a close last week, one film in particular remained the subject of wild debate and curious conversation: Benedetta, the latest creation by provocative Showgirls and Basic Instinct director Paul Verhoeven. The film, centring around a 17th century nunnery, features all the characteristics of a Verhoeven production: bloody violence, religious blasphemy and sex. A lot of sex.
For years, Christmas movies were hetero-territory. That's not to say they weren't quality viewing material - Love, Actually is and will always be a classic - but few have featured queer characters at all, let alone as lead protagonists. Apparently, all the gays in the world disappear come December 25 th .
I've just come off the phone with my best friend, who had gone to a party I was also supposed to attend the night before. She was nattering intently, keen to share all the details I had missed - who hooked up with who, who threw up on the sofa, the usual.
Few will become timeless classics or come close to the perfection that is Love Actually, which annually finds its way to our TV screens come the festive period, and yet most years new attempts are churned out and promptly found in the Bargain Bin come January.
As Queer Eye season 3 lands on Netflix, a bisexual woman analyses her relationships, and realises the vital importance of having queer friendships.
Unlike most Londoners, I am rather chummy with my postman. We discuss the weather and politics, exchange gifts (well, he provides and I receive graciously), and he gives me advice on how to tend to my Begonias. One day, however, as he was handing over my latest pointless Amazon purchase, he stopped and glanced at the package.
After a nine year relationship and incredible amounts of patience, my partner and I are tying the knot next year. While I, forever the independent woman, always viewed marriage as nothing more than a mere contract between two individuals, my fiance believes that if we can, then we should.
After nine years of being with a woman, Caroline Saramowicz still has to explain that her relationship status doesn't define her sexuality