So, first up I should start with some honesty, cause that’s what everyone covets, right? Honesty. Everyone wants it, few people get it, and when we’re given it more often than not it’s about as welcome as testing positive for gonorrhoea then being punched in the face. But what I’m going to be honest about … Continue reading Not on the Priority List.
An essay on battling internalised homophobia, and the road to self-acceptance. My friends will gladly share embarrassing stories about me. Most of these are innocuous enough; entry level humiliations that are ultimately harmless. They’ll rehash fables of drunk me stumbling around like a mummy with outstretched arms trying to hug a disinterested boy to death; … Continue reading My First Drag Show
Falling for a friend is a familiar heartache that so many of us have shared. Every moment in each other’s company can be thick with confusion; you don’t know if you’ll feel one thing, or another. It can cause tension that is neither sexy or sustainable and break your heart with such finality you’re uncertain … Continue reading Falling for a Friend
The first time I ever heard the term ‘eating disorder’ I was around the age of 11. I’d dived into one of my mother’s magazines and in the middle of it was an article accompanied by upsetting images of emaciated girls with folded hands and hollow-looking eyes. I didn’t know what anorexia or bulimia … Continue reading Skinny-ish
At the gym today I found myself caught in the morning tide of fellow gym-goers. The locker-room was packed full of sweaty men trying to slink their way back into their work suits; talking casually about the working day ahead and weekend plans. I tend to keep myself-to-myself at the gym; avert my eyes, shrink … Continue reading Locker-Room Talk.
On September 13th, 2010, I got an alert from Facebook telling me that someone had messaged me. At the time I didn’t own a fancy iPhone, so all I received was a frantic beeping sound and a text that told me I had a mail. It was from my ‘ex-boyfriend’. I use that term loosely … Continue reading First Love – & Why Dating is Harder if You’re Gay.
I’ve learned that eyebrow maintenance is akin to godliness. Groom your fucking eyebrows, but don’t fight the shape too much. At the start of the year I only had one eyebrow, but now I take great pride in photographing these twins.
Whenever anything nice happens to me I always expect something appalling to happen immediately afterwards. This is the same for my mood. If I am in a good mood, a confident mood, or whatever, then I am simply waiting on that changing to something gloomier. One of the triggers for this sudden bitch-storm downpour is … Continue reading Learning to Love Myself.
New friends, old friends. Good friends, bad friends. Straight friends, drunk friends, unreliable friends. Gay friends. Having a group of friends you can depend on and spend time with is important. And having gay friends as allies rather than enemies has been pivotal in my development as a person. The trouble is, it’s not always … Continue reading Making Gay Friends