Eleanor Margolis is a freelance journalist, whose "Lez Miserable" column appears weekly on the New Statesman website.
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So I guess we’re that sort of cancer family.
No one has ever said anything so right-wing directly into my vagina.
From randy Postman Pat to white supremacist Smurfs, we present to you your childhood in tatters.
In the 2016 political shit show, I’m treating every minor unfairness as a mini-Brexit.
A simple guide to facing offensive family members over the festive break.
Portraits of gay celebrities, politicians and sports stars line the walls in a new exhibition called Speak Its Name!, marking 50 years of advances in gay rights.
Eleanor Margolis wonders if she would feel comfortable placing a bet on the outcome of the French election.
My only advice to those, like me, worrying about the possible impact of the president-elect on gay rights is to use humour to counteract the gloom.
An increasing number of women are reportedly shunning post-mastectomy restorative surgery on their chests.