My brother came out after an episode of ‘The L Word’. As the credits closed on Carmen going down on a leggy blonde in a nightclub, he said, “I’m like that. I do that.” My mother and I looked at each other, confused. “Cunnilingis?” I offered, and laughed. “No!” He said, standing up and rolling up his blanket. “Gay. I do gay. I’m gay. I do gay sex.”
Mish Grigor’s ‘The Talk’ was a terribly undomesticated evening. It was an account of what happens when you start talking about sex with your family, what ‘the talk’ is, and what it shouldn’t be.
Saturday 5th September 2015