Kinks are not something we can safely debate without forcing a definition of how they should be. I believe they are too personal, and benefit from the oppression of silence we grant them. I have my own kinks. I like them. My friends all have theirs.
In 1978, more than 1000 people moved down Oxford Street demanding for an end to police harassment and discrimination. Twenty years have passed, has the role of Mardi Gras changed?