northside / southside

I was first told about the northside/southside divide a year or so back at some friend's house party. I was drunk and so was he, some guy I'd just been introduced to, and we'd propped ourselves up on elbows talking on a housemate's bed about sex and politics and Melbourne queerdom.

Melbourne's gay world is divided in two, he tells me, by the Yarra river running between; it's cold war shit: East and West. Soft electronic music beats away in the background played by some graveyard community radio station volunteer. Nothing overt like but understated power plays go on in what is in essence a battle for cultural hegemony. You have Commercial Road, el centro del sur, switching briefly to spanish and back again, where prissied up pretty boys parade around with no shirts on, dancing to house remixes of Kylie Minogue. It's all top 40 and homogeneity.

Northside you've got overeducated art students sipping lattes on Smith Street reading Foucault's discourses on Sexuality and agreeing so emphatically about politics that you'd think they were arguing. Wankers on both sides I add. Generally speaking, he continued unfazed, the North pays more than lip-service to inclusiveness than our Southern brothers; and I do say brothers as I can't think of one lesbian bar South of the border.

Q & A has been the stalwart, a steadfast partisan in the defence against encroachment from the south, he said. Playing good music with a mixed atmosphere that allows you to be yourself but even it's creators admit that it's become increasingly coopted by a younger more vacuous crowd, crossing the border under the cover of night with their vapid requests to hear Madonna or Shakira or some shit.

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Yes Q & A is ending after eleven and a half years and I'll miss it but then as a comment on Richard's blog says, quoting the man himself "it'll force people to come up with something new." I wish I could say gay life in Melbourne has become pretty stagnant of late but I don't get out enough and this feeling may have more to do with me that the homo-world. There is after all Trough Faggot Party and Witness Protection Society but they are irregularly placed and I do have to say that I find the former a little too andocentric and I haven't attended Witness enough to comment.

But but but... on Sunday I went to the very first Sweaty Betty, part of the Camp Betty festival described on their site as a "radical weekend of sex and politics". A reaction to what the organises state as a certain sense of malaise or apathy within the community. I don't wish to understate my feelings about my evening but the party was fucking ace. Held in Crystal T's, a less-than-gentleman's (stripclub) on Sydney Road, it was full of all the colours of the homo-rainbow including a nice smattering of straight people ta boot. There was good music and some live performances including one woman exposing more than just her exquisit tats of jaguars adorning her torso. The tease culminated in her sim-masturbating a rather generous pink dildo that she was wearing: a definite eye-opener.

There is hope.

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"So which side are you?" he asked.