The Fag Hag has been approached with an intriguing offer. Not, sadly, from a man waving a diamond butt plug and money in my direction but from an Australian magazine asking me to be their very own Carrie Bradshaw. What me? With my reputation? Writing about men and sex and dating the sordid contents of the Fag Hag inbox? Oh fuck it, go on then…
So, the Julie Burchill-esque photo taken in 1963 has been selected, the laptop has been opened, the coffee shop has been selected, the opening sentence of ‘I couldn’t help but wonder’ has been plagiarised, but what the dickens is a girl to write about?
I need you, my boys, with just one idea a month, you could keep Faggy’s column going for an entire year. Please give generously.