And, like many other misfits, weirdos and queers, I felt right at home.Īll this went against the grain of the 90s gay scene. On stage, “anti-drag” act the Divine David castigated liberal complacency. On the speakers were David Bowie, Kate Bush and the Smiths.
It was liberating and intoxicating but, as a speccy, self-conscious type more into my parents’ 1960s LPs than house or techno, I didn’t really feel at home. As a gay teenage Londoner in the mid-90s, the first club I went to was Heaven, which felt somehow compulsory.
