I remember the first time I heard of real-live gay incest was as a young man when, one traumatic night, my then flatmate came home devastated. He had just sucked off his dad in the comparative dark of the front of the local post office...

One local man has set out to show the world just what we’re made of, writes Barry Lowe.

In the fabulous human/puppet Broadway musical, Avenue Q, the Trekkie Monster sings that 21st Century self-evident anthem of the computer age, ‘The Internet is for Porn’. The sites (and sights) devoted to just about every variation on sexuality (animal, vegetable, mineral and puppet), legal and il-, have reproduced exponentially...