Out My League.

I never got attention from the traditionally hot guys. I was more a magnet for the socially disenfranchised; the type of guy that had a lingering online presence, but whose romantic endeavours never extended beyond his keyboard. Guys that would take an interest in me that started off as refreshing but quickly morphed into the Glen Close in Fatal Attraction…

Minutes.

I’m sitting staring at the gap between two trees, trying to calm myself down, armed only with a grim desire. My mind looks like a crack addicted hoarder with five toddlers has taken residence in it. I try to work through the mess, clambering over the piles of toxic thoughts stacked up mountains. It’s a pilgrimage to find a clearing,…

Reading My Teenage Diary

Growing older has always scared me. Even though it is something that happens to pretty much everyone (except Cher) I prefer to bury my head in the sand and pretend it’s not happening. I don’t want to think about it. There’s a variety of reasons I hate even the thought of it, but perhaps the most dominant of these is…

Me, Myself & My Mental Health.

What is depression to you? To me it’s an invisible illness whose symptoms feel almost physical. A hammering in my chest from anxiety; a sore head from trying to wade my way through a sea of foggy thoughts. It’s a prickly panic that washes over me when I’m outside. It’s being obsessed with fitness and my weight but also treating…

Skinny Legend.

Like most people with body confidence issues, I seek affirmation from internet strangers in a way that is akin to an addiction. And there’s no better place to do this than Instagram, a platform where other people offer their thoughts and opinions freely – especially if your latest post is somewhat ‘risque.’ The remarks can swing from sugary praise and…

Menthol Cigarettes

I want a boyfriend. Any boyfriend. And this boy, the one with a handsome face attached to a toned body, fits my idea nicely. Initially I only liked his Instagram; then I started to appreciate his quirky web presence and his endearingly blunt replies. Then, before I knew it, it soon became him I liked. Eventually we stitched together a…

PrEP Talk – look after your sexual health

As I climbed the stairs to the sexual health clinic, I felt as though I was going insane. With each step I promised myself that if I could just get another all-clear, be handed a clean bill of sexual health, I’d change my ways. I’d become a good gay. I’d stop the string of random hook-ups, invest time in love…