On Good Manners
This morning I scrolled in amusement through the photos of two beefy gay bros that Instagram had suggested I should follow: you know the sort of couple; both hench, wearing vests or swimming trunks; both displaying signs of never having skimped on leg day; attractive without being particularly beautiful; and perhaps, if you look closer, you can see the goofier child they were not long ago peeking out, the slightly more uncertain soul that existed before they threw about themselves this mantle of wealth and power. I've been thinking a lot about queerness for a few years now: what it means to be a homo in public, signifying one's difference to the world. I've been thinking about gay marriage - the Instagrammers were married of course, and on the day of their marriage they paused amid the merriment to do a sponsored post about mattresses. Ealier this month Lynne Featherstone, the Lib Dem MP who was partly responsible for getting the bill on equal marriage adopted, rebuked a