Food isn’t often a priority in the Village. Best ass, no contest.

Ever gone to a gay bar and discovered a terrifically inexpensive Sicilian trattoria?

If you’re not a trans person yourself, you probably know, as I do, one or more people who used to be one sex (externally anyway) and are now another or are on their way to becoming another (and if you don’t, there’s always Chaz Bono).

From the outside, it looks like a regular warehouse, dark and dingy, the metal panelling chewed with rust. But inside, it’s a devil’s wet dream.

It might not be evident at first glance, but the young Indians staring out intently from the streets of Delhi in Sunil Gupta’s large-format colour portraits are all making the same statement: “I’m here, I’m queer.”