“I’m sick to death of being held responsible for the cultural and aesthetic life of a city. I’m tired of having to pioneer things such as the three-quarter-leg pant; of having to go the hard yards in Birkenstock clogs so that Despina and friends at Rockdale shopping centre can wear them without embarrassment. I’m tired of having to find good restaurants and brunch places just so that a month later I won’t be able to get a table because the cafe is packed with Bill and Mary, with Jordan in a stroller.”

A gay Sydneysider complains (albeit humorously) about a recent article arguing that a city’s livability relates directly to its population of gay men. I don’t think I’ve been living here long enough to have an informed opinion on this. Is your city particularly vibrant and fun? Are gay men the cause of it?

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