Read my article on the New Queer Camp on the Queer Voices website. Read the first paragraph below.
I remember the first time I went to the now legendary queer night Sink the Pink; it was like a fabulous dream. The Bethnal Green Working Men’s club had been transformed into a raging, disco-ball-lit wonderland, a complete departure from the dingy and (very occasionally) neon lit basement clubs I was used to frequenting. Eschewing the shirt and jeans I had worn to the club in favour of a man’s leather top I found on the floor (years later I still wear it as a dress when I want to look extra slutty, even if it fits me so badly that really it looks like I’m wearing a zipped up bin bag) I hooked up with my dream crush beneath a canopy of sweaty feathers. I saw several of my friends in full drag for the first (but certainly not the last) time. I knew all the words to all of the songs.
One of the reasons that night felt like such a revelation was the riot of campness and colour in the décor, in the outfits, in the music. I’d spent the last four New Years Eve’s dancing in warehouses to UK garage, after spending my adolescence in the often strangely monochrome cultural interim of the Camden indie scene. Being gay was pretty ok (at least in theory), but queerness wasn’t really on the agenda, and camp was decidedly naff.