(I am completely aware that this title probably makes me sound like a middle aged woman.) There’s something weirdly pleasurable about seeing a past fling in the street. It’s like waiting on that second sneeze that never comes. It happened today and I couldn’t help but think ‘I wonder if he still wants to fuck?’ … Continue reading Why I’m now seeking intimacy over casual sex.
*I've learned that just because he isn’t your guy, doesn’t mean he’s a bad guy. This is something I have to remind myself. A lot. When I’m hurt by someone I quite often amplify their negative qualities, affording me a sense of comfort after the realisation of its ‘not going to work out’ sets in. … Continue reading What I’ve learned from love, sex & rejection.
It's not easy overcoming issues of insecurity regarding your body. Social media loves to make you envious of other people and their perfect bodies, rockhard abs and rippling pectorals. In the gay community especially, body dysmorphia is rife. Men in their thirties have bodies of teens, and nineteen year old boys are built like body … Continue reading Unstable Calories: How I battled my eating disorder.
You’re looking at the guy who whilst having sex a few weeks ago started thinking that both of us would end in the same place at the end of our lives (the ground.) Obviously sensing my sudden disengagement, he asked if I was alright. Have you ever contemplated the mysteries of death and told someone during foreplay that you’re thinking about their one-day dead body? Don’t. It is a bit of a boner killer.
I feel that heartache serves a very potent and intense reminder that you’re still alive – and then subsequently makes you wish you weren’t. This is the first time I’ve felt anything close to a serious romantic connection with someone. I’m not meaning the ‘I’m kind of into you’ way, but more the variety of … Continue reading Hangovers & Heartbreak.
Because on Mondays you have a completely different voice in your head. Should I bump into a reflective surface I shall most certainly have a minor mirror meltdown: My skin is so oily America threatens to invade; my hair hangs there like a redish ironed curtain. My eyebrows underline my forehead, like hairy caterpillars, major issue because weak eyebrows = weak presentation. All the while I try and crack a glossy half-smile but wind up looking constipated.
The internet's great for a lot of things, but alas productive discussion isn't one of them. In the wake of yesterday's colossal political fuck up which saw us opt to leave the EU (well done, idiots) I've came to the conclusion that a lot of people should delete all forms of social media, close their … Continue reading Abandon ship, the idiots are winning #Brexit
We can’t deny it, the European Union is riddled with flaws and by no means perfect – but in today’s world, what is? It’s run by men (and woman, don’t kick off) so imperfection is unavoidable. However, despite these imperfections, my personal opinion is that we have to remain in the EU. And one of … Continue reading LGBTea #Remain
I always feel that when a guy hurts you, it gives you a carte blanche; freedom to shag whoever you please and drink a lot more for a week or so, and that's pretty much the last four years of my life summed up in one sentence.