Remember the Australian cricketer Shane Warne? Remember how blokey and beery and one of the carefree lads he was? A proper man’s man? Well, he’s only gone and been snared by a posh Pommy Sheila who’s turned him into a bloody pooftah! Or at least this was the drift of today’s Telegraph article about him, …
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Mr ‘Thing’: Pejic and his Prophet
‘All truly beautiful things are a mixture of masculine and feminine.’ So said the late Susan Sontag. And she would know. I’ve only just read a recent profile of the transexy Serbian model Andrej Pejic in The New Yorker called, with only a soupçon of hyperbole, ‘The Prettiest Boy in the World’. Pejic, who sometimes models women’s fashion, sometimes men’s …