I have to add the ritual disclaimer that of course there's still homophobia, but the fact is that in law we have all-but total equality. It's still almost impossible, for instance, to wonder out loud whether it really is acceptable to walk down the main street of Brighton dressed only in a thong, just because it's gay "pride". We may well enjoy it, but it's not a right. And in this programme I set out to expose the fact that we gay men are living the lives of teenagers, still obsessed with sex, bodies, drugs, youth, and being "gay". Some of us have six packs implanted into our stomachs, and the meat rack hangs us out to dry if we don't have perfect bodies in a clubbing world. Gay men have a lot of catching up to do. Some, for instance, claimed the "right" to cruise for sex. We're in the real world now. This is not some sanctimonious moraliser looking into the goldfish bowl; it's a gay man in his 40s looking at the big open world and wondering when we are going to grab the chance to be grown-up in a society that now regards us, legislatively at least, as equals. Because the lid had been on the pressure cooker for so long, and we were defined by sex, then in order to be truly, madly, deeply gay, we had to celebrate everything homosexual. Hooked on drugs and sex and looks, we call it gay culture. There will be those of you reading this whose embarrassment at me washing our dirty linen in public will be rising fast.