The camp camp
I’m sorry. I feel compelled to put finger to keyboard to comment on a social phenomena probably best left to Ben.
I can no long stay silent on this topic. It’s divisive. It’s controversial.
I think my gaydar is broken. It used to be well honed because gay men had an air of difference about the way they presented themselves. They were more articulate, more likely to wear shirts with plunging necklines, and more likely to wear tight pants.
Over the weekend (which we spent in Brisbane for the Rugby and some impromptu father’s day meals) I could have used these descriptors on 90% of the men I cam across. Statistically this figure should have been much lower. Even in the valley.
What’s going on? This can’t really be any good for either camp. Neither the camp camp, nor the straight camp benefits from this fashion osmosis.
It reminds me of the time I walked into City Beach and couldn’t tell which clothes were for men and which ones were for women. But that’s another story.
I’m just saying…