When I was growing up, my mum had a gay friend who worked in retail by day and was a drag queen by night. He performed under the name Tallulah, hopping across the Pennines and back, or up and down to London, on a circuit of backstreet boozers, tatty but lively gay bars, and the kind of dives where the next turn after him would be a girl of sc…
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