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1 month ago | gaystarnews.co.uk | Orlagh Doherty

In case you’ve been living under a rock, or don’t know any gay people, JoJo Siwa has been all over social media the last few weeks. And no, it’s not because she’s been doing Tiktok dances. In early April, Jojo headed to the UK to take part in Celebrity Big Brother UK. During her 18 days in the house, the audience saw an unlikely friendship form between Siwa and Chris Hughes (yes, that Chris Hughes, of Love Island fame).

1 month ago | gaystarnews.co.uk | Orlagh Doherty

Recently, my partner and I got engaged. We’ve known each other for eight years, been together for four, and have discussed (in-depth) our plans for getting engaged, married, and eventually moving to the countryside à la Practical Magic, where we’d sit on our wraparound porch and drink midnight margaritas. So was I surprised when my fiancée popped the question? Yes and no.

1 month ago | gaystarnews.co.uk | Helen Meriel Thomas

Did someone say cheese and pineapple? The Barbican are going back to in time, with a film season dedicated to Queer cinema of the 1970s. Queer 70s: LGBTQ+ Cinema in the Decade after Stonewall is a poetic theme for Britain’s most famous brutalist building, but this programme is anything but hard and functional. Rather, it’s an unexpected reveal of a lush Queer world.

1 month ago | gaystarnews.co.uk | Helen Meriel Thomas

RAF Veteran Liz Stead has spoken to the BBC about her criminal record for “perceived same-sex sexual activity.” She was thrown out of the RAF in 1969 after bosses discovered a love letter from her girlfriend. However, she was unaware this also came with a criminal record, which she only discovered last December. She learnt of the criminal record when applying for the scheme awarding financial redress for veterans who were sacked during a ban on homosexuality in the armed forces.

1 month ago | gaystarnews.co.uk | Helen Meriel Thomas

There are certain events that can only happen in Mayfair. A luxury erotic performance art salon is one of them. Down the carpeted stairs and wood-pannelled walls of Dear Darling, the Sublime Society is about to make its London debut. It would not be at home in a grubby warehouse, or on a cabaret stage to an audience of sweaty, sticky club-goers. It has the heady flavour which is all too-often missing in modern sex: opulence.