I don't know about you James, but I for one firmly believe that we should all push to have King Street in Newtown named, if not Big Queen Street, then at the very least Queen Street. After all, aside from Oxford Street this would have to the most gay visible and friendly street in Sydney. As Andrew has previously stated here at the blog, its not unusual to see gay couples being completely free to walk hand in hand down the street or even publicly kiss. Hell, I myself have done both down King Street. In fact, on that last point, I even publicly kissed a cute twinky boy by the name of Christian in a multi-minute passionate snogfest and embrace that illicited not derision, but in fact quite a number of smiles and at least one spontaneous round of applause.
I mean, lets face it people, Queens are fab. And when I say Queen, you better believe that I am not talking about Queen Lizzy II in Buckinghuge Palace. Yes, people, Australia is still a member of the Commonwealth and indeed remains a Constipational Monarchy. So called because of the fact that a non-Aussie bitch thousands of miles away on the other side of the globe remains our Queen, thus keeping me in a constant state of shits without relief in sight. Hell, the sooner we can ditch dat bitch, the better. Viva la republic! In fact, when I think of the Queen of Great Britian, I instantly think of Elton. Now thats a true Queen. I mean, who would you prefer? An old queen with wayyy to much jewellery or an .... ummmm ... ok, let me change tact here. Elton can sing, and is gay, m'kay. And Elton is not our Queen either, so that settles it.
By the way, on a slightly related matter, when people also talk about the Crown Jewels I don't automatically think of the stunning gems in the Tower of London but rather ... ummm ... oh ... never mind.
So join with me my fellow bloggers in the push to rename King Street, Newtown, Queen Street. Queens Rule! We are eventually going to take over, ya know people. It may not be complete world domination, but I can tell you that it will certainly be more fab. With better shopping.
Anyhoo, now thats all off my increasingly tanned and hopefully also toned chest, it up to you people to run with it and make it happen. I'm the ideas man people, you don't expect me to do all the hard work do you? That could be disastrous, Brad forbid I should break a nail or something. Good. Glad we got that straight ... oh, I mean bent .. umm.. what-ever.
Now, where did I put my "Queen of the F**king Universe" T-shirt? ...
interesting how times change, isn't it? about... errrr, thinking.... about 13 years ago a friend of a good friend of mine (all good gay boys) tried to start up a gay nightclub a-la-DCM's on King St. I went a couple times... and we had the place to ourselves. the place closed down pretty quickly. it was boycotted by the Oxford St push, no-one wanted to go to King St, it was sooo uncool.
Come writers and critics Who prophesize with your pen And keep your eyes wide The chance won't come again And don't speak too soon For the wheel's still in spin And there's no tellin' who That it's namin'. For the loser now Will be later to win For the times they are a-changin'.
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Hah! If only there was... but then I'm not one to brag. :-P
I don't know about you James, but I for one firmly believe that we should all push to have King Street in Newtown named, if not Big Queen Street, then at the very least Queen Street. After all, aside from Oxford Street this would have to the most gay visible and friendly street in Sydney. As Andrew has previously stated here at the blog, its not unusual to see gay couples being completely free to walk hand in hand down the street or even publicly kiss. Hell, I myself have done both down King Street. In fact, on that last point, I even publicly kissed a cute twinky boy by the name of Christian in a multi-minute passionate snogfest and embrace that illicited not derision, but in fact quite a number of smiles and at least one spontaneous round of applause.
I mean, lets face it people, Queens are fab. And when I say Queen, you better believe that I am not talking about Queen Lizzy II in Buckinghuge Palace. Yes, people, Australia is still a member of the Commonwealth and indeed remains a Constipational Monarchy. So called because of the fact that a non-Aussie bitch thousands of miles away on the other side of the globe remains our Queen, thus keeping me in a constant state of shits without relief in sight. Hell, the sooner we can ditch dat bitch, the better. Viva la republic! In fact, when I think of the Queen of Great Britian, I instantly think of Elton. Now thats a true Queen. I mean, who would you prefer? An old queen with wayyy to much jewellery or an .... ummmm ... ok, let me change tact here. Elton can sing, and is gay, m'kay. And Elton is not our Queen either, so that settles it.
By the way, on a slightly related matter, when people also talk about the Crown Jewels I don't automatically think of the stunning gems in the Tower of London but rather ... ummm ... oh ... never mind.
So join with me my fellow bloggers in the push to rename King Street, Newtown, Queen Street. Queens Rule! We are eventually going to take over, ya know people. It may not be complete world domination, but I can tell you that it will certainly be more fab. With better shopping.
Anyhoo, now thats all off my increasingly tanned and hopefully also toned chest, it up to you people to run with it and make it happen. I'm the ideas man people, you don't expect me to do all the hard work do you? That could be disastrous, Brad forbid I should break a nail or something. Good. Glad we got that straight ... oh, I mean bent .. umm.. what-ever.
Now, where did I put my "Queen of the F**king Universe" T-shirt? ...
interesting how times change, isn't it? about... errrr, thinking.... about 13 years ago a friend of a good friend of mine (all good gay boys) tried to start up a gay nightclub a-la-DCM's on King St. I went a couple times... and we had the place to ourselves. the place closed down pretty quickly. it was boycotted by the Oxford St push, no-one wanted to go to King St, it was sooo uncool.
Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who
That it's namin'.
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'.
Aaaah so THIS is the Homosexual Agenda I keep hearing about!
back to the photo I though you were going to write "Lieutenant Q. Lane reporting for duty, sir!"
Yes, the Homosexualist Agenda is all about street renaming. Yes, that's what it's about.
:::Shhh, all you other 'mos, just go along with it:::
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