I once said you can tell a bitter old queen from a mile off - mutton dressed as lamb.

What is it about growing old as a gay man that is so fucking terrifying. That leaves many perfectly reasonable people a blubbering fucking mess.

Two people this week have told me I need to work out who I am. I don't think that is fair. I've asked other close friends about this and they say no I have a good sense of who I am. I think I do, I know who I am. If there is one thing I will say is a sore point is that perhaps I don't know what I am in the sense of being 27 and at the crossroads of my life. What does a 27 year old do with their life? What do they do in their spare time? How do other people see u when your that age? Come again perhaps this whole thing IS a dirty big identity crisis.